Skimming across the water at 30 knots on a catamaran named the “Clipper”. Bound for Seattle. From Seattle a bus will take me to Yakima, where my new bike awaits. Another $1000 special. Although this bike lacks certain charms of the charismatic Mr. Knowles, it does have a practical confidence to it. (despite the fact it would not stat when I first saw it) This robust trail machine I am hoping will take me down to the tip of south America. It feels as though I have been trying to get down to south America for the last 4 years, with out much success. The weight of this desire is now starting to become a burden, it is said that to keep trying the same thing and expecting a different outcome is a cause of insanity. If this is true then I must be on a crush course with insanity. Knowing full well that both Wally and I have no real plans to speak of, and we may well be heading to the east coast first to see friends, insanity is seeming a lot closer then Tierra del Fuego.
Some words from Wally
So I tend to not plan things. I'm a "doer not a thinker" as my mom puts it. I take that comment with a grain of salt, and usually my last minute way of life works out.
I prefer to go with the flow, rather than lay out some detailed plan of how I hope things will go. I do this simply because I learned a long time ago that when you really get down to it, planning anything is silly. As in control as we like to think we are, the reality of it all is, we are on a rock ripping through space.
Some might think my lack of planning is laziness shrouded in "spontaneity". I say, "tomato tomáto".
My point is...I always could've searched for my passport a week earlier so I could rest soundly knowing I could get into Canada without much trouble, and sure I also could've ordered my ortlieb bag a few days before I actually did, to ensure it would get to me in Austin with plenty of time to spare. But had I done things like that, I wouldn't have worried Matty (a little), lost hours of sleep myself hoping the USPS didn't lose my passport, prayed to Gandhi, Mohammad, Jesus, and Steve Jobs asking them to grant all my ordered and mailed necessities safe passage to Austin Texas, and I damn sure wouldn't have given myself a reason to celebrate with a cold one now that all of those things have showed up on time...I also wouldn't have written this.
Gift, or curse?
See you in 48 hours, open road.