You might have noticed it's been pretty quiet over here. We've tried to keep our social channels updated with candid snippets, but otherwise have been on a little blog break. As our wallets have been tight, we've been less "travelling Shus" and "storytelling Shus" and more "living life Shus."
Brian and I recently celebrated the 12th anniversary of our first date. How a number in double digits can seem like a blink of an eye is beyond me. When we talk about the places we've been, the things we've done and how we've grown, I'm so grateful. The life we've built together is one of adventure, teamwork, positivity and love.
Today marks exactly one year since we set foot (and paw) in the Netherlands for our grandest adventure. We said six months, maybe a year, and now here we are. We'd put a check mark next to it on the ol' bucket list, but we're not done quite yet. This chapter isn't complete, and the journey's not over.
The truth is that I'm scared of what's next. I miss the certainty and the foolish abandon with which we pursued our Awesome 2015. As our bank account grows smaller, it gets harder to do things without knowing where exactly we're going. It's not just money, you see, but belief. Belief that we can do it again, make our year into whatever we choose, in 2016. And in 2017. And 2050.
The second half, closer to the Atlantic coast, was intense with about three hours of constant 30-50km/h wind, intermittent heavy rain and hail. During this time I was riding a very remote section of these parts through the Killeter forest and surrounding open bog lands, and I didn't see anybody for two hours. It was a truly awakening experience to realize "the weather sucks, nobody is coming if something happens, I am not prepared to camp, ride as fast as possible to get out of here before dark."
Everywhere I go, people ask where I'm from, why I'm riding a "push-bike" in the rain and how it's going. There were many epic hills again this day and ultra-fast descents with the wind at my back and rain in the face. Extreme adventure and fun! I was happy I made it, had a hot shower, and then ate the best fish and chips ever... but not before photographing "Let the Dance Begin", the purpose of my visit to Strabane.