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The Forest Ride

I totally get the concept of Tree of Life. There are stories and legends of the curative and spiritual powers of trees, singly, and in groups, stands, forests. There is an undeniable connection between trees and humans. Forests are the lungs of our planet.

"Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree"

I've a lot of respect for those words. They are from a poem by Joyce Kilmer.

I hadn't been a fan, I have since become one. I had come across that poem many years ago, and those words stayed with me.

This brings me to my ride. And a happy circumstance. A few years ago I found myself riding through a pristine forest on a thin black ribbon of bitumen. I was riding my ST1300 Sport Tourer…it was stretching its proverbial legs. I was exploring with no route or destination in mind. I was riding in one of my favourite areas where Tennessee meets North Carolina, then I saw the sign, carved out of hemlock; heritage raised letters…proclaiming "Joyce Kilmer National Forest". I had no idea of specifically where I was, and had no idea there was a National Forest named after that poet. It all gelled; this place, that author, my memories, my here and now.

One of life's special moments. As moments can be, on my motorcycle, alone with my thoughts inside the sanctity of my helmet.

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