| | So it was raining the morning I was about to embark on a quest to find the most pleasurable, uninterrupted ride across three states. It dampened my spirit, but only just. I was drawing on my experience of covering much of this terrain on a dozen or more prior occasions but somehow I was going to make this 'Marco Polo' adventure unique. Was it even possible to arouse the senses, to re-experience my initial wonder, in an entirely different way? I was about to find out. ... |