A page for the ramblings of Zack Sherman, the lead wanderer at Expedition recovery. This blog will include my travelog as well as more concise and targeted written pieces. Reviews and how to's on topics of adventure motorcycle and overland travel will be forthcoming as well.
“Making room for second dinners?” Was Vera’s quip from her
place among the pile of blankets and cats upon the love seat.
“You know, roasted vegetables and ice cream.’ I responded
It would seem like a simple enough exchange from two friends
cooking together after some shopping, except that we hadn’t left the house all
day. It had been a lazy Saturday morning in Sacramento and by dinner we had
decided why leave the house at all.
Pizza was ordered. Veggies were chopped and roasted. But we just didn’t have everything we needed.
What to do if your out sick and still want fresh fruit and some ice cream....
Just a few weeks ago I was in Central America and in just a
few weeks I will be back in central Alaska.
While a few thousand miles either way doesn’t seem like much, it is
literally worlds apart. Yet here in northern California I didn’t have to go
anywhere. Within the last few months I was in places that I would spend an entire
day looking for just a pad lock and a security cable, and not find either that
fit my needs. Now I was in a place where a few clicks resulted in not just a
pizza delivery, but also in groceries arriving within an hour.
The height of laziness has been achieved. From my place among
a pile of quilts in a reclining chair I had managed both dinner and regular
supplies to be whisked to our door with the slightest whim and quickest of
selections on Amazon Prime Now.
Hey, if you ordered pizza, why not ice cream?
So is it a bad thing?
Probably not. But I can assure
you that if I had the ability to be this lazy all the time, not just when I am down with a sickness, it could quickly result in both a depletion of my bank account and in increase
in my circumference.
It is with a heavy heart that I say good bye to my best
friend, and my director of moral support.
Woden was an amazing dog who came into my life and
brightened every day of it. He believed with all his heart that he was a person
too and just couldn’t figure out why he didn’t get all the same privileges that
rest of the people got.
He entered this world on February 9th of 2012 and
came home to live me with me in Alaska on April 14th of 2012.
His first day in Alaska was spent with me on the gun range
where he seemed drawn to the smell of all the instructors, despite a lot of
very eager police recruits wanting to see him.
He started out as the only dog of the house but came to
share the space with his begrudging mentor Mop, the old man of the house who
made sure to show Woden who was boss.
Woden ended up at his peak weighing the same 185 pounds as
his father, Zack Sherman, and was always willing to play and wrestle. Like his dad, he had a knack for jujitsu and
was great at avoid…
Leon Mexico Zero kilometers ridden. Coming back to Leon from Portland left me feeling out of
sorts. The weekend had been incredible, but the passionate kissing had broken
past a barrier I had kept in place for many years. While I was a police officer I felt a need to
retain some amount of a moral high ground and thus had stowed away my prior
instances of living in polyamory and being promiscuous. That was naive of me, but it was my reality
nonetheless. While there had been some involvement in open relationships since
me departure from policing, this was my first straying from the very serious
and committed relationship I am in with Cat. In addition, it felt like I had
done wrong by Montserrat as well. Even
though she had been in a relationship when I left, the feelings were clearly
there and I felt like I had committed a large betrayal to Cat and a small one
to Montserrat even though we were not together. One of the first things I did on
returning was to talk to Montserrat about the …
Hopkins, Belize – The Funky Dodo
Zero kilometers ridden.
While Aaron and I had both planned
to move on today, a rest in this little hippie oasis that was The Funky Dodo
seemed to be the answer we both needed.
Ed must have thought so too as he moved from his hostel up the road to
join us at the Dodo.
It had been nice to sleep in a bit
and I was looking forward to a shower. As I joined the land of the living I
asked Christine how the showers were.
“Great, nice and warm” was her
She had apparently gotten the first
batch of water from the sun warmed tank.
I got the freezing cold water being dropped from the shower head as it
was pumped from the well. It wasn’t my first cold shower of the trip by any
means but it left me lots to rib Christine about as we walked up the street to
get a breakfast of liquid yogurt from the shop.
Once Ed got all checked in it was
time for a walk to the beach at the center of town. We took some photos before wander…