Now that my trip is almost finished, I sit staring at a long, straight road, re-living the last three weeks. I have read the thread a couple of times and all the moments instantly return. I can hear Joan saying “so, tell me more”----
When traveling throughout the Yukon and Alaska, looking out over the vistas seeing the immense forests, the raging rivers and when stopping for a break, hearing nothing---you realize how small you are in this world. It’s the vastness of the territory that you become a part of---it has to be experienced.
When I think back on all the events ---the one that keeps coming to the top is the Indian kid who gave me his knife. It was totally not necessary and was a gift from the heart. He will never know how he touched my life. I don’t even know his name-----
There is another feeling---coming through US Customs---knowing you’re home---back to the security of the United States---it feels good
If you have the desire, the health, and the means---I urge you make the jump and do this trip. It will challenge your comfort zone (especially when you realize there is no Harley dealer for 1000 miles).
The feeling has changed from one of anticipation and excitement to being satisfied and content. I am ready to be home. I need a hug----