Motorcycling

Today I will hop on my 1983 Yamaha Virago 500 and ride North and West. I am riding for Montana; wish me adventure, fair weather and safety!

"What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land" ~ Ernesto 'ChÈ' Guevara

first step toward home

Puerto Montt, Chile

I will miss catching the boat to Tenglo and picking apples in the rain to a backdrop of fjords, mountains and bay. The people here are great and I am thankful for their hospitality and love. Chilenos (del Sur) heat their homes (and many times cook with) wood stoves. The town, therefore, holds a layer of drifting woodsmoke close to its rooftop bosom. The rain rains most days this time of here. I have a renewed interest in boats, home-brewing, fishing and old growth forests. I want to see my family.

The rain is falling, I am looking out a big window at Isla Tenglo with a mug of hot tea. Puerto Montt drifts by with sounds of rattling buses, splitting wood and barking dogs. I am listening to M. Ward's Wasteland Companion album and today is my last day in Puerto Montt.This four-week stay has been characterized by familial warmth, resulting in weight-gained and a restored spirit for travel. I am going home with an old-man full belly, a mustache, and a head full of fresh ideas.

Glacier National Park has 730 miles of hiking trails. Just sayin.