Words disappear into the atmosphere
Few trials in life really blow you away, or at least in my short time here on this planet. It’s easy to say travels to new places really have a great opportunity to do this…and certainly take advantage of the situation in my experience. Japan takes the cake. Each trip was breathtaking in its own humble way. A look back only begins to shed light. From crowded, bustling cities, to quaint, quiet towns. Credit cards to hand-written receipts. Flowers or skyscrapers. Rice paddies and concrete jungles. Volcanoes. Castles. Rivers. Gorges.
What I’m getting at is the fact that Japan was really great.
Much in the same way I like to self-power myself distances, I like to self-sustain my life where ever possible. My hopes for at least a short tour for this summer are being pushed aside by many projects. This week I’ll get some pictures of The Eagle I picked up about a week ago. Most shocking was how long it took me to mount it for the first time. I had assumed with all the experience I have with ordinaries, it wouldn’t be a huge amount of effort; I was quite wrong. That said, I did master it the first time I set out to do so, and now it is less than a trouble. Mounting was the only issue I had. It really comes down to unlearning what you have in the past (much like learning to ride an ordinary for the first time – or perfect it in all ways).
Cilantro & melons
Russian Mammoth Sunflower
Russian Mammoth & Snow-peas
Yukon Gold Potato
Onions & Gnome
Watermelon (I believe)
Last year’s Russian Mammoth (came in on its own)
Double Dandy Dwarf Red Sunflower
Eugene is a funny little city. Part of me loves it with all I can. The other part of me is left confused.
When through the darkened night, a hub-lamp bright did gleam,
O’er the clash of rolling wheels, a clatter seem to scream;
As down the bank to home, the mighty lightning roar,
With black skies rolling from the reach, came rider number four
Concordia, KS hosted one of the final nights with Miss Penelope … a Last Ride. Granted it was months back, but the quaint town houses fond memories for me. It’s quite easy to forget a few photos or stories here or there, and then forget them for good.