The Motorcycle Adventure Begins
On October 17, 2016, Russ and I will ride our motorcycles from Portland, Oregon to Ushuaia, Argentina, a resort town on the Tierra del Fuego archipelago -- the southernmost tip of South America nicknamed "End of the World." The point of the trip isn't so much the destination as it is the opportunity to explore new places, meet the people who call those places home, and make new friends. Here's what I hope to accomplish through this blog:
- To keep our friends and family up to date on our latest shenanigans. If you're a friend I haven't met yet, then let's solve that problem! Subscribe to our blog, shoot me a line, and let's hang out
- To help unlock that wandering spirit inside of you and remind you that you're ready to do "this" (whatever "this" means to you), even when you think you're not
- To provide a definitive source of information for those who decide to do "this" - whether you're thinking about riding a motorcycle, public transportation, or a unicycle, my goal is to share with you as many logistical details as possible, organized logically so that you spend less time researching and more time riding!
- And if you're a Vegan (or a vegetarian brethren - it's all good), you're gonna love this! I will also collect information on how to eat healthy and compassionately while trampling through South America
Why Am I Doing This?
When I tell people about this trip they usually ask things like, "Isn't it dangerous?", "Your wife OK with this?", or "Can I keep your bottle cap collection if you don't make it back?" I've heard these questions so many times that I can rattle out the answers without skipping a beat. Then someone asked me, "Why?" and I didn't know what to say.
Here's what I realized. I spent my formative years living in las fincas (banana plantations) in the interior of Honduras. We walked everywhere -- the only way to get around -- and one day I came across a set of railroad tracks. Up to this point my world had been about 9 square miles, so I was fascinated to learn that these tracks connected our little community with a town that up to that day I had no idea existed. It'd be like you learning about the confirmed existence of another civilization in our galaxy. I started following those tracks, walking a little bit further each time, and weeks later I came across a steel bridge. The largest structure I had ever seen! I was convinced then that I wanted to follow those tracks until I reached the end. Once you've visited other worlds you can never be entirely content with the world you grew up in. And every new place you see changes you irrevocably, which leads you to want to see other places. That's how I got here. So why am I doing this? I guess I'm still following those tracks, eager to see where they'll lead to next.