We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time¹
The last couple hours of our ride retrace the way we came days ago. It is warmer and sunnier by the mile. Joel invites us to rinse away our rain sorrows in the creek that runs across his property. After sitting a while in the sun it’s almost hard to remember the deluge of a day ago.
¹ T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets