One thing I have never gotten used to is seeing mountains to the south of me. Growing up in Connecticut, mountains were to the north where Santa Clause lived, of course, and sea level was to the south where mermaids roamed and our government kept a close eye on Cuba. This is the type of geography I seem to remember learning in elementary school and it served me well for many years. Perhaps my memory is a byproduct of the discounted school lunches served with copious amounts of “free” government cheese. Cheese so good we put it into our chicken noodle soup. But alas, as I have traveled more I have learnt that navigation may be a wee bit more complicated than that.
This is an excerpt from my latest contribution to RoadRunner Motorcycle Touring & Travel Magazine
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