I'm sitting in a Starbucks in Bartlesville, OK, after a beautiful 70 mile ride from Ponca City. It was 28 degrees when we woke up, but the right amount of layers and a full Sun, made for a comfortable day.
I'm sitting here just thinking of the randomness of being here at this moment. Some would say I scripted being here, but it doesn't feel that way. I don't think we can truly script our lives and when we try that's when we loose the plot...so to speak.
Some would say I'm on an adventure, but I think each of our lives can be an adventure. William Petersen said..."A man practices the art of adventure when he breaks the chain of routine and renews his life through reading new books, traveling to new places, making new friends, taking up new hobbies and adopting new viewpoints"
Today's adventure took us through the rolling hills of north East Oklahoma. A couple days ago I would have called anyone who said OK had contours a lier. I suspect we are out of the Great Plains, and today's rollers are a measure of the east coast riding we will experience from here on in.
Now it's time to adventure my way into the hotel jacuzzi.