Friday, September 23, 2011

Vast Horizons

I've been in Mesa, AZ, since the racing season ended.  Not my favorite place but I got to experience one of the hottest summers on record first hand.  During the month of August, the average LOW daily temperature was 87 degrees.  But east of here, in the Apache National Forrest, the high altitude keeps the temps more mild.  So when I got a chance, I got a two-day pass from the heat.

From Apache Nat'l Forrest




From Apache Nat'l Forrest

From Apache Nat'l Forrest


Possibly the best part was being back in my camper, which I have come to consider "home."  I haven't done the math but I think in the past two years I've spent more nights in my "loft" than any other single place.  


From Apache Nat'l Forrest

So I got to sleep in my own bed for a couple nights.  And I spent some quality time with my Ducati.  And there was a couple of killer mountain bike rides.  (first ride: 12 miles, no pedaling for the first 6!!)

The right tool for the job...

From Apache Nat'l Forrest


From Apache Nat'l Forrest

And then it was back to Mesa, back to mom's place, where I've been longer than I planned.  Mom has reached an age where she needs company around most of the time.  Someone to shop for her, drive her to appointments, etc.  And I would have a hard time justifying to myself leaving her alone, since I really don't have any other place to be.  Just that I'd rather be no where in particular.  But sacrifices have to be made sometimes.

So after two nights in the woods I was back at the park.  And as I parked the van, one of the 90-year-old neighbors poked her grey head out the door and said "I'm glad to see you made it home safe."    
"There are none happy in the world but beings who enjoy freely a vast horizon," I felt like saying.  Instead I just said "Thanks." Home is where the heart is.

Oh well, the vast horizon was mine for a couple days.

From Apache Nat'l Forrest