Tears Of Gratitude

Today I returned from my long anticipated motorcycle trip to the Pacific Northwest.  I’ll be writing about the trip in more detail but it was the best thing I’ve done for myself in a very long time.  In those eight days my skills improved more than I could have imagined.  I also had the great joy of riding with three other women and creating a bond that I hope will last for years to come.  We learned together, we laughed and we helped each other out all along the way.  They had my back more than once and it was a privilege to be in their company for this journey.

There are so many moments etched in my memory of not only the scenery, but how we each encouraged, motivated and sheltered each other.  It takes courage to be vulnerable and share your highs and lows with people you barely know, but it is also part of what made the trip so special to me.

I caught a very early flight out of Redmond, Oregon this morning and my airport shuttle driver arrived at 3:45 AM.  Yes, 3:45 AM.  My roommate on this adventure was one of the fab four that rode together and she got up to say goodbye.  I tried desperately to hold back the tears, but they didn’t cooperate with my wishes.  Yes, I was sad to be leaving my new friends, but mostly they were tears of gratitude.  Gratitude for all that I learned, for the trust that the four of us shared and how we worked together as a team.  It seems a rare gift to find a compatible riding partner in this sport and this week, I was blessed with three of them!

More posts and photos in the coming days as I sort out how best to share this experience with you all.  Thanks for reading!

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