Freewheeling

I'm in a bit of a rut at the moment. I want so badly to get in a car and drive far away and explore something, anything in this short time I have off from varsity but at the same time all I want to do is spend large portions of my day in bed, reading and drinking tea. It's really not that bad a life I'm living if these are the decisions I have to make, I must say.

What got me on this topic was the deep pang of nostalgia I felt for travelling when I saw these photos on Rookie. I don't know if I could just get up and go with only a bicycle in tow but I'm seriously impressed that these two managed to do just that.

These photos were taken on a bike trip through the Australian bush. In two weeks, my friend Nat and I covered nearly 200 miles and watched the landscape change as we loosely followed a long, wide, and winding river. We stopped early in the afternoon each day to collect firewood, bathe in the river, and cook by the fire. We crossed at least seven state borders and got at least eight flat tires, and I didn’t cry even once.