Originally I planned to journal this with each day being a stanza from America's "Horse with no name" and combine that with the photographs. But the tour took a different turn with the situation I had with my father. I'm not posting the journal to make people sad or make them depressed - life and death is part of being a human on this planet. In fact, I even debated whether to post all of what was going on but in the end it seemed as though it made the situation all that more real. Sometimes we deal with situations that turn the tour in a different direction that we expected. Sometimes it's the weather, sometimes it's a mechanical failure, sometimes it's an injury, and sometimes, it's, well, something worse. 

So in the end we move on. Both in terms of living our life and moving the bike forward to the next experience or destination. 

Cheers!