Cannonball: words – there are none
Except there are, and I’ll share a few, given Aaron and I have been on the road for some 15 hours today.
Firstly, hills: shameful. Truly shameful. I am shocked to discover that Aaron’s C3 really is that goddamned bad up hills, and whilst he seems to believe the work he did last night fixed a few issues, the GPS says otherwise (sorry Aaron), and crawling up a hill at 12.5mph as opposed to 12mph does not signify success.
Secondly, it occurs to me I’ve done some 1100 miles on a 50 CC scooter in 3 days over some incredibly inhospitable terrain. Holy crap, this is insane. The biggest lesson so far has been that I need to invest in more cold weather gear. But it’s too late now, for the most part.
Thirdly, and this is where I’ll end for the evening: today was epic. The kind of epic that you literally cannot recount without processing, days later, after everything you’ve experienced has settled into your skull and lay dormant until its reached its maturity, and emerges from its chrysalis a thought of intricate color and detail. This will definitely require percolation.
Rich Glass told me but a few days ago, “an adventure is great discomfort told leisurely after the fact.” Truer words have never been spoken about today’s trials.
I’m sure it’ll come later. For the mean time, focus must be on tomorrow. Day 4.