Are We Lost

“We need the weird people the - poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, musicians’ adventures explorers’ troubadours - for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.” Unashamedly copied and bastardised.

“Are we lost”?

“No”

“Well where are we then”?

“I’m not sure but if we keep going down this track we are bound to hit the road at some point”.

It was a late summer’s afternoon a simple idea of a ride had inadvertently turned into an adventure. We were lost no doubt but we still had a vague idea of where we could be.

 After a climb that turned into a push we linked on to an old farm road that went in the direction we had planned to ride so onward we road.

The trail dipped down a little too soon for our liking but with no other option and nothing to worry about we took advantage of the trails gentle downhill gradient and easy flowing corners. Following I always wish I could ride like she , her balance and  feel for the bike is natural the lines are always perfect I find myself mesmerised and drawn into following her wheel marks.

Down we flew round grassy smooth corners down down, when abruptly the trail turned uphill. Changing gear, upwards we cruised buoyed by the day, the moment, the company.

After nearly an hour of climbing we topped out on a lonely summit. This is where the doubt set in, and the conversation of lost stared.

So often in life we know what we are doing, when we have to do it and why. Little is left to doubt; caution is rarely thrown to the wind. Are we or our lives lesser for it? I know exploring a new trail that I have little or no knowledge for is a thrill not to be missed. The uncertainty the excitement of new discovery has a magical effect that lasts all day. In life that is now connected instantly information is at hand for all to see, risks are avoided sanitised reported and repaired. Couple this with the necessity to tell everyone what you are doing and where you are instantly leaves nothing to chance. Have we lost the art of getting lost?

As the sun set we retraced our tracks climbed a few fences and eventually found the road. Both smiling we rode back to we knew we had left our van, true adventurers and wiser for the experience.

Why has society always judged explorers, adventures and free spirits as not the norm, is it an inner fear of moving away from a comfortable being.

“We need the weird people the - poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, musicians’ adventures explorers’ troubadours - for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”