Three weeks ago, I loaded my motorcycle for a weeklong vacation. That was not unusual. I have taken a motorcycle trip every summer for the last 10 years or so. However, several details made this trip feel different. First, I was going alone. Typically, my brother goes with me, but this summer he had other plans. Second, I was planning to tent every night. This made me a little apprehensive because the weather has been so unsettled recently. Lastly, the most unusual part of the trip was the fact that I did not have a plan. Typically, I have a destination in mind and, every day, I have something I want to see or explore. If someone asks, “Where are you going?” or “What are you going to do?” I have an answer. This time, though, I had no answers. All I knew was that I was going to Manitoba