It's been a hectic few months.
Some of the pace has been self-inflicted, some has
been due to external events. For those reasons it's
been a while since I added anything to the website.
Ideally, I'd like to do so on a weekly basis. It's
been over a month. My wife and I both work, and are
also busy with our kids. No excuses though, I simply
haven't made the time.
I was able, over the last weekend,
to break away for a 3-day motorcycle trip with my
10-year old son. I've loved to ride motorcycles ever
since I was a kid. I love the sensation of speed as
the world rushes by. I feel more a part of things
as I travel, compared to being in a car (or a "cage"
as they are referred to by bikers). You can smell
things, feel things, hear things, you normally wouldn't
experience. When I'm riding I feel more alive. I'm
more focused. Often, for me, it's a meditative, near
My son and I traveled to Southern
Utah, and were able to visit many wonderful, scenic
areas, national parks and monuments, just the two
of us. It was great to spend some father-son time,
it was great to get out and ride the motorcycle, it
was great to see so many beautiful places. We drove
by rivers and lakes, mountains and valleys, beautiful
green areas and beautiful barren areas. We went on
a couple of spectacular hikes. I know I enjoyed the
trip, and my son says he did too. I was proud of him,
he's really growing up. Time goes by so quickly as
you watch your kids grow.
On our return trip, traveling
over a mountain pass in an isolated spot, at least
40 miles from the nearest town, I saw a peculiar sight.
An older man, I'd guess at least 50, was walking towards
us, pulling his possessions in a small cart behind
him, carrying a large back-pack. Affixed to the top
of the back-pack was a sign with large letters that
read simply, "Love Life."
As we sped past him, a solitary
motorcycle on an empty road, I waved, and he grinned
broadly and gave a huge wave in return. It was a surreal,
almost magical moment, time seemed to slow down for
me. Would it have been the same if I'd been in a car?
No. Would it have been the same if I hadn't had a
wonderful weekend with my son? No. If we hadn't just
experienced so many beautiful natural wonders? No.
Everything came together in that one moment.
What was he doing there? He
was miles from civilization, along an empty mountain
road. He was far from the interstates, far from the
busier side-roads. If he'd wanted to reach the greatest
number of people, he would have picked a different,
more popular route. I'd like to think he had a message
for me, and in turn a message for all of you.
I have no idea who he is, or
where he was travelling from or to. As I think back,
I wonder if he was even really there. Could I have
imagined the whole event?
Love life! That's what it's
all about. No matter where you live, no matter what
your occupation, no matter what your interests. Take
the time to love life. Take the time to appreciate
life. Love the hot summer days, love the cold winter
nights. Love your work. Love your leisure. Love your
family, love your friends, love your co-workers, even
the really annoying ones.
For a few people, this attitude
comes naturally. The rest of us have to work at it.
As we do work at it, not only do we make ourselves
happy, but we spread happiness to those around us.
We've all known people who possess that quality. People
who've inspired us. Perhaps we can inspire others
to love life a little more each day, just as one solitary
traveler inspired me.