This post is done here in Anchorage but the following are notes I made during the 10 days of travel from South America to Alaska.
Well back in the United States although not home yet. Still visiting relatives for Holiday season. It is very nice to visit and just sit back and ponder whatever. Time to reflect, time to adjust to a somewhat less regimented life. So many decisions, what to have for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, am I really hungry or just eating, which shower product to use for washing hair (about 10 choices in shower I have access to), the list goes on.
Trying to explain the trip to others but seems it does not coming across quite right. Reactions of others are, from my perception, “that’s interesting, when do you want to eat?” I can’t seem to get the feelings across. I am doing exactly what I preach against; “my past life is more interesting than yours”. I call myself out and note the discrepancy.
Then I am going through the 10000 some odd pictures I took on the trip trying to cull them to the interesting, in focus, correct exposure, and each brings a flood of memories. But they are memories. I do not get the feeling that was there when I took it. The heat, the exhaustion, the work involved in stopping, getting camera, framing picture. I was going through the two days from Uyuni to Tupiza and the pictures show flat desolation but the sensation is only vaguely there. I see the kilometer posting and think back on the work involved getting those 60 kilometers or whatever. Pictures just do not portray the feeling. How do you take a picture of the wind?

And flying over the United States is a kick watching the mid country prairies covered in snow but still the field patterns are there as well as roads, towns, cities, and it progresses into the Rocky Mountains. I love looking and trying to identify places especially places I may have been and it brings back memories of different trips.
When asked if I would do it again, my response is “In a Heartbeat”. The chance to see and feel new places and the challenges involved. There were certainly moments and I am still digesting those and hope to write about some of those when I can figure it out. Group dynamics, going slow, tired every day all sorts of things. The list of things to explore is endless, whether physical or mental.
Thus this is probably my last post to South America. I have had such enjoyment in writing I believe I will try and continue, but at a different site. This one is called “J. R. at home” with same address. More to come although perhaps as adventurous as past months.
It’s true nobody can truly live those moments but you. Nevertheless your posts gave a pretty accurate picture. It’s also true that it was so extraordinary that if one isn’t part of it, you can hardly grasp it, and can’t imagine going through it. But I think everyone admires way more than they can express your sense of adventure and carrying it out and succeding through suffering , beauty, excitement achievement and so many other things. Coming down to earth is another thing. But you will and the memories will be there and you will NEVER be anything but interesting. You can make people laugh at anything and you can always look back and be proud of that time. I have a few confessions i could make but not going to put them in print, but maybe you would identify with them. Love you. Auntie Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 18:21:46 +0000 To: sr.meagher@hotmail.com
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Thanks Shirley well said.
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I have loved reading your posts. This zen will never be to others what you experienced…but it doesn’t have to be. It is another piece of JR to share. Love and enjoy it.
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I so enjoy your postings. Maybe writing should be that next “bike adventure!” Great job on all levels. It is hard to put memories into a photo as much as we like to think we can. That is what our memory bank is for!
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