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“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one Life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
A beautiful instrumental by “Armik” called “La Gitana de Seville” from his Album “Barcelona”
It is Overland Expo Weekend. Another year has flown by. Mormon Lake, Arizona, a few miles from Flagstaff. Very few are here as I sit with Spirit in the shade feeling a nice cool breeze almost as if riding but yet none around us is moving. There is excitement in this space this year more so than past ones. There will be and is a common denominator. All wandering Souls. None with the same definition, "outdoors" will be the common grounds. I am happy being here after a bit of rough times.
We are surrounded with good Friends of the close kind. They have all arrived. I look back at the path carved since the first day toward the present, the now. This stage offered to us by so many including ones not present. How many mental and physical mile markers there has been so often throwing me the surprise element. "Good People" surrounding us. Conversations from the Heart as we all understand each other’s core shedding light and each other’s present pages. Sometimes I sit back and as a play unraveling I more than listen to all that have come to join us within this patch of grass planted with pine trees for shade we have named "Moto Village". I feel so much we are all building and rebuilding our Lives. It is another common denominator.
We are now back in Tucson awaiting for more tires, doing an oil change, mail is here, registrations of vehicles, all in 110 degree temperatures. I will need to get up at 5am to catch some coolness and stay up late working outside with a headlamp. Spirit lays down with his girlfriend Maia enjoying the air conditioned home of my Friends we are staying with. We have been here before. It is the first day out following this weekend and thousands of thoughts are so slowly being funneled into my mind. I feel as this was our “New Year” on the road being surrounded by such Dear Friends and the ability for all of us to camp together. We have dropped from 7000 feet to around 1500 and yet the inner new wealth acquired has remained trying to sort it all out as my own affection is bouncing from name to name throughout an uncontrollable ricochet only sleep can slow down.
Time will sort it all out and I will be able to express rightly so those incredible past moments we have had. Those so Human moments. The picture left is huge and crowded, nicely crowded with new faces behind what were for too long only names and avatars. It was tight at times. Our daily environment is more of an isolated stage. Spirit was sick for a couple days for the very first time and nervous a bit for most of the time. He is fine today, of course he is, my tough Buddy. The vehicles were of many, of all sizes and shapes and abilities. Two wheels, 3, 4, 6… For all of us besides admiring and commenting on all was more the big prize of the tightness of our community. It’s intensity and trepidation.
I say a “Happy New Year” as this mark in the Calendar was the finish line of so many, and at the same time the green flag was raised for all to again depart taking on the paved and unpaved roads that will circle the Globe, backyards, far and near, and one more time will come back and park these few hours. And again and again. This is what Overland Expo is all about. The wanderlust is amongst all of us. Could be for a weekend, a week, a month, a year or a lifetime for some.
The final night culminated with a BBQ Dinner while the Sun was experiencing a rare Eclipse. For some it was departure time and we all caught ourselves with tears running down our cheeks. Jack, 10 years old, he did not want to leave. None of us wanted to depart and leave behind the warmth found within each other. Emotions were running high and I had to just walk away after a hug and another and another. We knew how much we were going to miss each other. Lots. We already know we will be back next year. No doubt. We are thinking sooner on our own.
Time to regroup now and sift it all out, put it all into words and level off these a bit turbulent and yet pleasant moments past and present. There is much more to write about, all is just too recent and sparkling to do so. Come and join us next Year, it really is not to be missed.
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Ara and Spirit and “Old Faithful”