“99% of people are good” A concept I have always stood by when people ask me how I can go to ‘x’ country or accept the kindness of strangers. This morning I woke up to find a post on Facebook from a motorcycle traveler that not only echoed this concept but was also a great link back to my own trip last month. Its not often I regret having passed something on my travels. Mainly because, as I am self sufficient and free of plans, I can do and see what I want.But every now and then I have moments where I think, I wish circumstances had been different. One such moment was a late afternoon in Southern Colorado, heading to the Mesa Verde National Park (which I had been advised to visit by a South African biker I met in Yellowstone) I was losing daylight fast and besides visiting the vast park, I still had at least 100 miles to cover to find a place to stay for the night. To top it all off, I was running low on fuel. As I rode along a deserted highway I noticed a solitary figure walking along the side of the road, pushing a cart. As I passed him I saw him pull out a camera and take a photo. I thought to myself, I wonder who he is, I wonder he is coming from and going to, I wonder where he is going to sleep tonight. As a motorbike traveler people often seem to think what I do is unconventional, risky etc. But, to me, overland bicyclists or human power travelers are the truly crazy ones On my south from Mesa Verde, I passed him yet again, I estimated he had covered about 10 miles. As I passed, I wished I hadnt been trying to rush that afternoon, and resigned myself to the fact that he would just be one of those memories in my mind like so many other sights on my travels. The below post, this morning, from MrHicks46 was of that same traveler he had encountered and spoken to on Route 50, Nevada (The Loneliest Road) Although I regret not having been able to stop and chat to the guy. It gave me a strange sense of fulfilment to find out who he was and what he was doing. It also pleased me to see the kindness of strangers well and truly alive much in the same way I have been of the receiving end from others. So, to the mysterious guy pushing a trolley, who I now know is walking across America (260 days in so far), thank you for giving me a memory.
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 04:23:19 +0000
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