The urge to get on the bike and ride into the unknown is so strong. I’m already buying kit to be able to do it! I don’t even know where I want to go. WWOOF’ing seems attractive. Visit intentional communities and permaculture setups to see how they live day-to-day. Smell the ocean as I cycle along. Camp stealthily in the brisk chill of autunal evening. See streaking space rocks melt and explode in the outback. Feel the heat and thirst in arid lands. Wish for a riding companion to talk to. Pray for a tail wind after days of slogging into a dusty bug-ridden headwind. All these experiences waiting to be had for their own sake.