Into the White Mountains
Certain journeys are meant to be undertaken on your own; and sometimes you have to know when to quite and try again tomorrow...
As it turns out, even "water proof" clothes have a certain threshold of how much water they can really take... I found this out on my first attempt at driving up to the White Mountains in New Hampshire on my motorcycle. This wasn't the best idea I have ever had - sometimes logic and preparation really should override "but it will be an adventure!"
Attempt number 2 went significantly smoother. Not only did I remember to bring lights for camping at night, it also had stopped raining! I decided to stick on one road north and let it take me where ever it went. Luckily this one road lead me right to where I was hoping to end up. Of course it helped that there were some beautiful sites along the way.
While I hope to continue writing more and more to go along with my photography, I am still a little apprehensive about content in general and just being excessive. For now I will leave with these thoughts: Though I have often identified myself as a photographer, I always feel that I pass up a lot of photographic moments. I often felt like I was being a bad photographer not taking the extra time to capture a moment or get that ideal image to post and share, but on this most recent trip I have come more to terms with having a moment just be my own - some experiences are better lived than interrupted with a camera.
In the end I found my way there and back, and while I highlight the virtues of this being a solo trip, I keep in mind that without the friends that I ride with pushing me to take a sharper corner or ride a little bit faster I would not have had the skills to complete this amazing journey.