I stood overlooking a small cove on the Oregon Coast, it was 700 feet below me and only one footstep separated me from that sheer drop. I was alone and pondering the most expansive ocean and sky I had ever seen. At that moment, I was the Lone Man.
Silently, a young man on a bicycle joined me. We stood there together, no words necessary, comfortable in our silence. Eventually we spoke and I met a unique individual.
He came with only two spare inner tubes.
He was riding his bicycle from the Arctic Circle to Guatemala, he expected the ride to last 7 months. He had the clothes on his back and two saddle bags on his bicycle.
He stopped every few days to recharge.
He is a therapist who works with troubled youth. He teaches them about responsibility and consequences by taking them camping in the wilderness where, if something goes wrong, there is no one to blame but yourself.
He is from Michigan.
He prefers not to tell his kids what they shouldn’t do in their lives, but would rather show them what they can do, by example.
He drank my Pepsi.
He felt that video games and television are bad influences on kids, that it causes them to miss out on life experiences.
He is engaged to a therapist back in Michigan.
We talked about how people rarely experience silence, with only their thoughts to be heard. And when they do, they are uncomfortable with it and inundate themselves with the noise of television, iPods, video games and movies.
We ate cherry flavored cranberries.
We discussed how people spend very little time alone, meditating, praying, thinking, pondering or whatever you’d like to call it.
We stared at the ocean.
I don’t know his name, but at that moment, he too was the Lone Man.
Cole