13 February, 2018 \u2013 Buenos Aires to Ushuaia via motorcycle, 326 km \/ 203 miles \u2013 1-minute read
\nThe first hour of any journey is exciting, whehter a trip to grandma\u2019s house or the end of the world. Motorcycle trips are the same, and the beginning of our drive from Buenos Aires had me feeling good \u2013 the day wasn\u2019t too hot, the bike\u2019s running well, we had plenty of space \u2013 and I thought, \u201cDamn it\u2019s good to be back on the road.\u201d
\nOf course, the first hour is followed by the second, and the third; the initial optimism is damped by sweat, gusts of wind from passing semis, and the inevitable reminder that riding a motorcycle for long periods of time is uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.
\nOddly, that\u2019s part of why I do it. I know that for any stretch of road, the first day will be rough, and the second will be even rougher, but if I\u2019m lucky, on the third I have a breakthrough where the stress fades, and I discover the shade of green created by sun through alfalfa fields, the moist scent from a storm a hundred miles away, and the feel of the road twisting beneath my tires. Unlike most of my everyday life, I find myself present.
\nThis morning we left our home of six months. The apartment was a happy home for us, and though we\u2019ve been melancholy while packing and saying goodbyes, this morning was bright \u2013 Buenos Aires is part of our past (and future, I hope) but our present is the road to Ushuaia.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
13 February, 2018 \u2013 Buenos Aires to Ushuaia via motorcycle, 326 km \/ 203 miles \u2013 1-minute read The first hour of any journey is exciting, whehter a trip to grandma\u2019s house or the end of the world. Motorcycle trips are the same, and the beginning of our drive from Buenos Aires had me feeling … <\/p>\n