One gradually realizes most roads take advantage of rivers to get through the mountains. A road along a mountain river is a pleasant ride. When it is a roaring spring melt the ride is even better. Along the way in so many places rafting and tubing was being enjoyed. Air is our most precious resource, and mountain air is the best. Trees work hard all day to put oxygen in the air. What a shame to ruin it by putting it through and engine or a power plant. Good air was meant to breath, and it is a pleasure to drink from the mountain supply of pure air.
The thought that always goes through the head driving across country is how did they do it. How did people ever get the trials, railroads, bridges, towns, and civilization into such remote difficult country. Since the 1800's a lot took place. Whenever you are in the west in remote areas you cannot help but be astounded by how someone harvested trees on the steepest slopes, and someone went way back in the middle of nowhere to dig for gold or to trap a beaver.
Stroupine and Kadizzle finally reached his luxury resort in Port Townsend. Stroupini suggested we avail ourselves of the hot tub. While soaking our weary bones we engaged two young teenage boys in a conversation. One asked what was the most unusual thing we saw on the trip. Kadizzle gave his answer. Leaving the Williston area going west on our first day out Kadizzle could see some strange object on the margin of the road coming toward us. As we got closer it appeared to be some skinny man pulling what looked like a rickshaw outhouse. With two rickshaw sticks under his arms he was trudging along pulling the wooden outhouse with big bicycle tires. On the front of the outhouse was a big red cross. When we met my friend at Flathead lake he mentioned that the guy hung out around there. If the cross rickshaw went from Flathead lake to Williston that is quite a feat for Jesus. On the return trip in the middle of nowhere Kadizzle saw a guy on a bicycle pedaling across a vast plain with a cross on the side of the bicycle. As senior citizens we all know we have a cross to bear. So if you have a cross to bear why not drag it through some nice country?
Reflecting on a long motorcycle buzz Kadizzle like the mornings best. With glorious weather the first part of the day with the coolness and empty roads was hard to beat. One morning Stupini and Kadizzle rolled out of bed as early as we could. After a quick cup of coffee the cycles were packed and we were off. As we walked out the door of the room there they were the Harley Hog guys. The dingers were polishing all the chrome on their hogs. These men could be on mountain road enjoying one of the best rides of their life with the sun shining in all it's morning glory, but instead they chose to meticulously polish the hogs. Kadizzle has seen this illness in so many places. In Zion National Park one of the most spectacular places on Earth the old goat will pull in with his 45 ft $250,000 motor home and immediately get out and polish it. At the lake people suffering from acute prosperity will spend all day at the dock polishing their half million dollar boat.
The Corvette guy will polish until his rag is worn out. Polishing is a serious disease. You spend your whole life working so you can have a boat, now you spend the rest of your life polishing it. Kadizzle has come up with a business plan. Kadizzle wants to have a whole line of expensive adult toys with no engines. You could get a much larger boat if it had no engines. You would be at the dock with a bigger boat, with more room, and more fiberglass to polish. Brand new cars could be sold with no engine. Put the car in the driveway and spend the rest of your life polishing. Those fancy European cars without an engine might be affordable. Most people haul their cars to car shows on a trailer, so an engine is useless anyway.
Next to polishers come readers. Now get this clear, there is nothing wrong with reading, but done to excess it is dangerous. Reading can cost you your life. Kadizzle knows people who do nothing but read. They do not have a life, they just read about someone else's life. Do you want to climb a mountain or read about someone who did? Do you want to sail around the world or read about someone who did? There are a lot of opportunities to read. You can read in the hospital, in the nursing home, or in jail. Now, it just occurred to Kadizzle that he has seen polishers take a break from polishing only to sit down and read for awhile. What a sweet life.
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