“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
The frustrations of being pulled off the road with an injury are easily imagined. But the particular brand of patience needed for a life lived without the luxury of thinking or planning ahead- well, we never saw that coming. The past three years have been spent both on and off the road always needing to look and move ahead to survive. We are constantly planning routes, calling sponsors, editing and posting photographs, writing, documenting, mapping, and coordinating. It is these skills that have allowed us to make a living following our dreams, first cycling the USA to document Americans’ opinions on the environment, and then cycling the world to document the lives of twenty-somethings. Now, as we sit grounded by circumstances beyond our control, we begin the process of turning our focus inward. Recovery is the first order of business, and is infuriatingly slow and painful: I spend upwards of twelve hours per week tending to my leg through physical therapy, home exercises, massage, and icing. We’ve taken the time in between to organize backlogged photographs and media, cut videos that were long overdue, and take local client work to keep ourselves fed in the meantime.
Our friends and family have been beyond supportive as we struggle through this break, and infinitely patient with us as we run through possible scenarios for how and when we can finish this project. But in reality, we can’t know now. We have to wait and see and relax into this strange limbo, spent in a beautiful place that we’re dying to leave so that we can return again.