I left my writer’s retreat 4 days ago at 3:33 am. Significant to me, those numbers of nine that describe to me the vastness of my spiritual being. I am that life of creativity that flows through me, bringing my being into higher consciousness, I step with full awareness onto higher ground. The Loving Timeline, ever-present, opens welcoming arms in an embrace that is Freedom and Spirit, wrapped in vast expanses of time and space in a dance with the Divine. I am experiencing this timeline with cohesion and consistency, waking to the moment before me with Love and Gratitude, it is all here…
The ride, phenomenal at it’s most difficult moments, brought me to keen insight into my being. Therapeutic I find, the steady drone of the single cylinder, thumping away to provide the propulsion for rubber to meet road and I ride… WIth the wind and the sun, bugs on the visor (and a blessing to their passing), the road desolate, yet beauty beyond belief. I am so close to it all, cruising at 70 mph on tarmac, gripping the surface by such a small patch of rubber I am flowing with Spirit to be sure. There is much trust when riding a bike, yet the experience is remarkable enough to warrant this adventurous mode of travel.
Riding from Oak Creek Canyon, the absence of light outside the high beams palpable, I see the Journey in a new way. On the throttle, I modulate the speed of the experience, but still can only see so far ahead. Fast or slow, my sight remains the same. I reach out beyond the edge of the light and sense the road ahead, feeling for dangers telltale sign. There is none. The way is clear and I open up, into Flagstaff and beyond I go, the miles steadily unfold and pass, leaving only Love and Kindness in my wake. I use the time to verbalize a prosperity mantra for my Highest Good to come to fruition, over and over again I emphasize the words within the confines of my white helmet. Peace comes to me several hours into it and I allow my consciousness into the view that has come as the sun begins to peak over the desert horizon.
The ride is the focus now, moving meditation I travel through the high desert of Northern Arizona. The chill evident as, up and down I go, thankful for the sun on my body it warms my insides. Glorious the scenery as I move into Southern Utah, Zion and Bryce Canyon National Park just a short ride either direction, but not this time. I am due in Boise so I continue, relishing the sensations as I settle into the long ride experience. The miles become the meditation, my root chakra and the seat become one I release into the road through steel and rubber; vibrations returning rippling through me the healing occurs. It takes it all away, the Long Ride does, hours and miles go by as I marvel at the changing landscape.
Desert becomes farmland, as I come into populations at Beaver, Utah. The smell of irrigation and manure very pungent in the air flowing through my helmet, but I am thankful as it has gotten warm. That doesn’t last long, though as I continue up highway 21 in Utah the desert returning, along with a fierce wind. Pass into valley, then pass again it continues through the high desert. The valleys now acting as wind tunnels funneling the strong side wind. Situational awareness at high alert as gusts up to 50 mph buffet me, the bike at a 45 degree lean into the steady wind from the South. Challenging, a few times those gust really did threaten to overturn that angle and adrenaline surged a few times. It would take a lot to overturn the machine and I, but my heart pumped the surge through my being and I stopped in the middle of the road and valley and cherished the moment. Dust devils forming, mini tornados; one passes by mere seconds in front of me and I relish the proximity I am to these occurrences.
Valley after valley, I make my way through Utah and cross into Nevada passing by Great Basin State Park. I had planned a camp here, but there are several hours still available to ride so I push on, continuing to Ely, NV for some last minute supplies. I am tired, riding for over 14 hours by the time I get there. There was an energy about the place that was affecting me and I was run around town trying to find 3 items. I remained in mantra and in my heart as I met people and shared my vibration with the surroundings. It was good, but I was glad when I secured all the items and continued to find a camp. Out of the valley I climbed on brand new tarmac, so I allowed for some speed at the end of the day, my lines immaculate as I carved my way towards the dirt road that would take me to my home for the evening.
Gravel, dust and stones flying up I am slightly surprised at the change in road surface. Loosening my grip on the handlebars, I allow the bike to have the entire road and it settles into the right tire track quite naturally. Up and up I go and the campground appears by a small creek. It is high country and the hillside bowl is speckled with a Technicolor radiance, splashes of reds, yellows, greens against the darkening blue sky beckons my gaze to the highest point around. Tempted I follow the road past the last campsite and quickly it turns into a narrow double track. I know it is time to turn around, yet i must continue to an appropriate spot. There… I must plan it because suddenly it has gotten very step and rocky, quickly it comes together and I begin to execute, but deviate at the last moment thinking I can turn around. Slowly the heavy bike climbs the embankment and I continue the turn. Gravity… Hmmmm. 14+ hours, tired and a poor decision was made.
It would have been funny to see the look on my face as the bike just toppled over and I jumped off. I turned around to see it almost upside down and raced to shut it down. Hmmmm… steep and now by myself I must right this wrong. I am tired and I briefly encounter a hint of frustration, so I step back and take a sip of water. No worries, I know it will all come out ok and after a bit of negotiating, its upright and I am gingerly making my way back to my camp. A 9000 foot elevation, sub-alpine creek bottom campsite awaits and I am happy. The gps says I rode over 650 miles and perhaps further as I made some adjustments earlier in the day. A long day in the saddle over, I quickly set up camp; a familiar routine to me having done so hundreds, if not more, times in my life. Dinner cooks while tent goes up and I enjoy the evening serenity unfolding. Tired and fulfilled I retire into the middle berth of my tent, as on either side of me is all my gear. What’s on the bike, after all comes off the bike and in the interest in dryness, I share my bedroom. With the burbling brook next to my tent serenading me, I smile and drift into a wonderful sleep…