I have made it across the great plains of america , the desolate farmlands, the rolling fields of grass, the sky stretching as far as the eye can see with nothing to break your line of sight. The winds were strong and the road was long and straight. Some days were torture, and others made riding seems like an after thought, to easy to be real work.
Every place we have gone , in every state , people have asked us the same question. Why are you riding west? Dont you know that the wind comes out the west? Dont you know its all uphill? I cannot count the times we have had to answer these slew of questions and more, with skeptical looks when we give a response.
Yesterday I saw the Rockies for the first time on my trip from roughly 75 miles away as the crow flies. I shouted with joy, by heart beat faster, I smiled and laughed, whooped and hollered. This is why I am riding west. In the words of one of my traveling companions " the heart of the restless young man lies in theses mountains".
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