Travel teaches us geography. For example, my friend Aimee moved to a place called Potsdam. Until now, the name was merely a word to me. I had no real idea where the place was.
I just learned that Potsdam is as far north as you can go before entering Canada. It's right on the border. Rural, cold and foresty, Potsdam is like an old-West frontier-town. Its residents, including Aimee, are hardy, strong and fierce. Aimee, despite her small size, is one of the physically-strongest people I know -- she walks dozens of miles a day, splits lumber with ease, and can lift me over her head if she wants to. I try not to make her want to... it's too embarrassing.
Aimee has a blog where she displays her mad talents as a seamstress. Two years ago, she made me a pretty apron that I cherish dearly.
On Friday I'm heading up to Potsdam to visit Aimee. Potsdam is a full-day's ride: I'll put over 1,000 miles on my new motorcycle with the two-day trip. It'll serve as a coincidental warm-up to my bigger motorcycle trip next week. On Thursday I'm riding to Detroit (to visit Sara), will stop in Pittsburgh (to visit Gracey) and may venture into Punxsutawney (to visit Phil). That longer trip is 2,000 miles and will take five days (with one day off the bike for sightseeing).
I used to go on a lot of long motorcycle rides and I miss them. Full days in the saddle free your mind. Your brain flows into a meditative, peaceful state... unless, of course, you encounter an angry groundhog and have to defend yourself...