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COPYRIGHT 2001 Ehlert Publishing Group
We were up at Ragged Point, a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean on the south end of Big Sur. It is a beautiful place, and being beautiful, the aesthetically inclined entrepreneurial spirit has built a motel, restaurant, cafe and small gas station. At the cafe window the counterman slid two disposable cups full of coffee over to us and we walked across the grass to the bluffs, where we could look down and see the waves crashing on the rocky shore.
My friend began to speak of regrets about the trip he never took many years ago. He was young, he and his buddy had Triumphs, a little money, no commitments or responsibilities, and they decided that they would just get on the road and ride until they had seen every place and thing they wanted to see. They'd roll out sleeping bags at night, cook trout caught in mountain streams, maybe eat one meal a day in some little diner. Travel cheap, travel far....
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