I’ve been watching Race To Dakar, with Charley Boorman. It’s still early on, and he spends quite a bit of time talking about feeling simultaneously excited and terrified.
I have no delusions or desire to do Dakar, but in a smaller way this trip, and specifically the upcoming CORSette race (since that’s happening first), is like a mini, personal Dakar. As each day inches closer, the reality of packing up, leaving friends and stability behind, and hitting the road for months takes a more immediate, tangible shape. I should go ahead and register for another state ID, since I’ve already been living in a state of terror and excitement for months. Dual states. All the states. Something like that. Maybe.