On Thursday, the 4th of December, Saharjoon called me from Flagstaff and asked for an early return. Two days later at 5am I was getting up for a taxi ride to the San Diego airport. I was happy to return; though I would not get to continue the trip as planned, I was more than willing to the rush back home.
I feel it as a success, and as a complete one.
It became a model for the coming chapters in my life. All I can do is pick a course and let the ride unfold, whatever the vehicle. I will attempt to pursue honesty with the hopes of achieving openness and the the resulting ability to choose with eyes wide open.
The people and their dreams, the landscape and the sky, the suffering and joy, from the deserts, mountains and to the coast-they all combined to feed my then insatiable appetite. So many options continued to present themselves and while in San Diego visiting dear friends provided no exception. While at AAB, Andrew Lee said to me, "I can see you're ready for some adventure, some long alone time... you're gonna ride through Siberia, Mongolia..."
With the KLR stored in a great friend's garage back in SD, I am now gearing to get my dearest Sahar successfully moved and off to Norway. A few days before Christmas I will make another flight, this time back to southern California where I will continue to prep for my the next adventure: Sierra Project.
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