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I watched as she pedaled her bike down the road and just like that she was gone.  The hardest part of living a nomadic life is always saying goodbye.  On some level I wanted to beg her to stay but at 25 I did the same thing she is.  I walked out the door and lever looked back.

nature girl

When I met her she didn’t know how to ride a bike, couldn’t make a fire, set up a tent or navigate by the sun, moon and stars.  Today will be her biggest test.  Alone in the world, her new home is her bike and the open road.  The first 24 hours will be the toughest mentally but if she can survive that she is well on her way to Key West where she will prepare to set off to hike the Appellation Trail in the spring.

I don’t know if i’ve ever truly felt lonely in my life but there is a quiet emptiness screaming to me that its also my time to move.  I’m still waiting on my new Brampton but my bag is packed save for a tent which I will likely do without for now.

All I have to do is point to the map and buy a one way ticket to the next big adventure.  Hawaii is my home and where I have always gone to sooth the soul when life gets too complicated.  Hot coffee at sunrise with a pile of fresh picked fruit and my toes buried in the warm squishy sand is the best medicine for… well anything.  If my knee’s hold out I will bike tour Oregon starting on the coast in spring but that is a long way off and I feel the need to escape now.

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

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