“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” ― Hunter S. Thompson
Some of the best moments and activities in life start with a bit of chaos and frustration. Annchen and I decided to venture outside of London for the weekend without hoping on a plane- instead we rented a car from Waterloo and headed south to Lyndhurst. We should’ve known better but getting out of London on a Friday ain’t no small feat. The weekend rewarded us with peaceful and exciting time in quaint England. When Saturday rolled around we knew we had to drag our lazy behinds out of the cute Christmas town and do the whole bike, forest thing. It was rainy, the first shop we went to was closed. We got lost. It was really tempting to leave the adventure and exercise, I actually argued for it. When we finally got to the bike shed it was more than double what I expected to pay and the map seemed impossible to read. I grouchily rode on until we got lost lost. A local man walking his dog pointed is in the right direction and soon became clear that we had made the right decision. Forests full trees, wild ponies, colors, moss, deer and gentle rain spurred us on through miles and miles, hours and hours of pure exploration and adventure. The ride ended with us stumbling upon a beautiful idyllic historic hotel where we treated ourselves to a fancy lunch. We will never forget or regret the adventure – a constant reminder to just get past our shitty attitudes.