I remember the exact moment I started writing again - like it was yesterday. Well, because it was yesterday. We had hopped on our bikes and, following combined directions from our smartphone and a local youth, headed out to find some hidden treasures in Santa Cruz, California. As usual, I popped in a single headphone, shuffled my playlist, and started the long uphill grind.
It wasn't long before I felt agitated - and realized the source of my irritation was the music puking in my brain. I quickly removing the annoying earpiece and was suddenly overwhelmed by the peace of my surroundings. I could hear the birds revel in their joy of flight, the stream as it meandered through the forest, my tires as they tasted the earth, my breath whispering me forward. I thanked the trees for spreading their arms to embrace my path, hiding me from the scorching sun as we climbed on.
Being tight on time but wanting to cover some miles, we set an alarm and agreed to pedal as far as we could before reality called us back. We were still climbing when the grating sounds of technology yanked us from our reverie among the redwoods. On the bright side, we were now able to reap the rewards of our efforts and enjoy the swooping downhill blast back to the MoHo. Headed home and already planning the next road trip!
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