I love paper maps. I've purchased or pilfered many over my life. Not pilfered, really, just borrowed in a time warp.
It started early in my life. My family had a private campground that attracted motorcyclists from far and wide. They would either be invited to the table for dinner and drinks, or we'd be invited to their campsite for the hooch that makes them so proud, and a little camaraderie. With out fail, out would come the maps, as a table cloth, followed by fantastic stories, useful insights and what-nots of each adventure. It was inspiring for sure.
Fast forward to this moment, and that's a lot of years. I wish I had a box of crayons. Really. I've been doing this Stay Home thing like everybody else in the world, made darker by the days of deluge in this little corner of Taft, waiting on the oil filters needed to begin my new chapter regarding old daydreams....
Come on, Jen, focus. Why crayons? Well, because paper maps, duh! There are so many cool places to explore on my tiny Moto right here in Kern County that I can't even decide which routes to take first. So I would like to plan my routes per color, given the time limitations of my day job and the speed and distance limitations of the TW200's. And as long as I'm being colorful, I'd like some stickers too. These will be important for finds like food, fuel, and fire rings (permitted of course).
I hope to be able to hit the road often and share with you the many pockets of beauty and joy there are around here within the confines of a tank of gas. Stop by or join in when you can. Don't forget to bring your maps and stories. :)
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