Wilsons Sandbox

> Out of my depresion and rained upon for hours, I finally made it to > Whithorse. There it stopped raining. The town is really nice, but I > rode thousands of miles to see animals, trees, snow! How come the > weather changed as soon as I entered a town? I stopped this thread of > internal e-mailing and concentrated on finding a nice place to eat, > which was not hard. Then I rode to the best campground I was to find > in the whole trip. I cannot remember the name, but it is located just > before you enter Whithorse if riding from the south. The campground is > owned by the town and is administrated by lovely people, easy going > and SPANISH SPEAKING!!! I even met a girl from Coahuila, M xico that > was working there too!!! I had the best time. So I stayed for two > days. There I bought a paper camera to take the picture I had dreamed > of for endless hours: me crossing the Arctic Circle. You know, I had > decided not to bring a camera to this trip, so it wouldn't distract me > from the EXPERIENCE, now I wish I had brought it, because now I know > that the only EXPERIENCE deserving capital letters is life and you > cannot take it's picture anyway, this was a trip, I was a tourist and > I most definetely needed a camera!!!! In the morning of June 21, I > left Whitehorse aiming towards Dawson City via the Klondike Highway. > It didn't rain the whole trip. I saw moose, bears and a couple of > foxes. In my mind the word Klondike resounded like the fantastic call > of an ancient dream, I had been there soooo many times as a child > through my readings. While riding steadily to the North I remembered > how many times my parents and teachers had told me when I was a kid: > "You never finish anything you start, Juan , you should be more > disciplined!!!" At the time I though they were right about me; for > examle: I took up guitar lessons and didn't stick to it, I did learn a > couple of The Beatles' songs, but then I stopped and never played > again. I am sure that as children or young people you experienced the > same. However, looking at those incredible forests, I suddenly > remembered the promise I had made to myself maybe thirty years ago, > to get to the Arctic at some point in my life, and finally realized > that I was completeing an important cycle. I also learned that the > reason I picked up the guitar was the curiosity I felt for it. I > played a few songs and my curiosity was satisfied, nothing to do with > stupidity or lack of discipline, I put the guitar down because I HAD > finished what I started, if my parents wanted ME to be a virtuoso, > that's their problem!!! I had to sort of appologise to myself for > thinking that I was really undisciplined, a boy with a wavering > character. For years this thought had hunted me...and there on the > Klondike Highway I came to realize that it was a lie. It took me > thirty years to get there, but there I was cruising at 70 mph heading > towards the endless Tundra! And the reason that brought me there was > the same reason why I tried the guitar bit: TO SEE WHAT LIES THERE, TO > LEARN, TO EXPERIENCE THE REAL THING!!!! and ultimately to let > go...because it was never my intention to move to the far North and > live there for the rest of my days... Just another tiny note on > discipline. I finally saw that love beats discipline...I did not ride > two 16 hour days because I am very disciplined, but because I LOVE to > ride!!! Soooo....I got to Dawson City in the Yukon the day of the > Solistice Celebration, and, man! was I going to see what I had never > seen!!! The midnight sun and the midnight sun's people!!! More later > Juan > > Visit the KLR650 archives at > http://www.listquest.com/lq/search.html?ln=klr650 > Support Dual Sport News... dsneditor@... > Let's keep this list SPAM free! > > Visit our site at http://www.egroups.com/group/DSN_klr650 > To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: > DSN_klr650-unsubscribe@egroups.com