Solo Ventures

I am privately hoping to undertake a Camino next year. Th is was created a shift in my outlook motivated me to pursue a greater level of fitness. Yesterday it was 15000 steps, today a 1000m. in the pool.   I want to get back into riding regularly and have found a used Salsa Beargrease. The seller told me he is hoping to ride the Great Divide Trail - pretty amazing undertaking for am Aussie. This is it! PS: Well I bought it. Found the cassette lose, scrubbed it up and rode a very enjoyable 10-15k. I was held back by a whiny 12 yo and a very skinny seat. Today I ordered a Brooks saddle. 

Going on a pilgrimage has been in the back of my mind a long while. The main obstacles are financial and logistic; I have little money and have had 2'adult children, both of whom are dependent to some extent. Six months ago I also became a carer for a 12 year old.  But, things change. Since the passing of my dear old mum six months ago there has been talk of a sizeable inheritence coming our way next year. This would cover travel expenses and food and accommodation expense for a month in Spain. The screen shot above shows the cheapest adult return flight with Air India. I ride an Indian manufactured motorcycle, so have no strong views against flying AI, in fact I relish the opportunity.  What strikes me now is that rather than worry about "parking" my 12 year old for a month, he could come along too. He's loved a great portion of his life with x type of people, so a month of hiking, praying, eating, sleeping and attending church with many people on a spiri

the fifth day of spring. who told the peach?

earlier I took the dogs to my favorite beach. Its golden, stretches for ages and is uncrowded. Actually the surf isn't so good as the waves just roll up a shoulder by the shore and dump with little expression beyond noise. I managed to bodysurf a little shoulder.  clear oceanic waters as far as you can see is as good as it gets.  Of course the dogs loved it and their little pack marauded about, wrestling pieces of driftwood and gleefullly greeting their fellow canines. After a long walk the foxy ventured into thr sea while the kelpies expressed their disgust at such a hairbrained behaviour. they clearly preferred dirt under their paws.  Along the shore I found a perfect dark grey scallop shell;  not beautiful or showy, not grand in scale either, just a modest shell fit for pilgrimage. I hoped it  was a further symptom of the tide of secret energy pulling me towards the Camino.  I can't explain but a groundswell is building in my heart to walk to  Santiago de Compostela. I see m