My riding journey today consisted of just a few miles on each side of the ferry trip from Newfoundland to Nova Scotia. Uneventful in magnitude, even short journeys can teach us a lesson, and my lesson came during riding the motorcycle into the bows of this huge ferry.
The last hundred feet before entry on to the boat takes you across a metal grate followed by riding up a few ten foot long steel plates before you come to the floor of the ship. The steel plates ahead of me were wet, with a small stream of water running down them, which was coming from the inside of the ship.
I did not want to slip going uphill on wet, bare steel so I gunned the engine on the grate and sped up the steel ramp into the hold of the ship where four, orange jacketed, Marine Atlantic employees were waving furiously while screaming No!
The steel floor of the ship, was covered with water and a thin layer of loose sand, could have been used as a very effective ice hockey rink. No damage, no spills, just an adrenilin surge followed by a slow cautious stop with my feet sliding across the wet floor finally ending with embarrassment. With my “separation anxiety” as a mentioned yesterday, you would think I’d have remembered the inside of the ship floor is steel, and that wet steel is a pretty good simulator for water coated ice.
My short time in Newfoundland made me want to go back, but next time I go it will be at a time when they are open for business. Think July-August.
As a writer, today was one of those dream days we all hope for, experience all too infrequently, but crave with all of our writing soul. I have not been this psyched about writing for many months, but today I had so much fun with my creative muse I did not want the day to end. One more day like this one, and I will declare my search for the writer inside over, and just get on with doing what I love to do: And that is to write.
Tomorrow begins my 1700 mile journey home.