Published August 3, 2019 by rochellewisoff

This week Pegman takes us to the Black Hills in South Dakota in the West-Midwest, United States. Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the prompt. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

It has been a while since I’ve participated in What Pegman Saw. Busy times lately and not a lot of extra headspace. However the location is hard to avoid since my husband is currently in South Dakota for Bike Week in Sturgis. 

Thanks to Karen and Josh for facilitating the challenge. 😀

Spearfish Canyon SD Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Genre: Personal Musing

Word Count: 150


He spent months plotting and planning his annual trip to Sturgis, the Mecca of motorcycle enthusiasts. He hadn’t missed Bike Week in years.

            “Should I take my big tent? Where are the sheets to fit my cot?”

            She peered at him around her easel. “Linen closet.”

            Silence ensued until…

            “Hey Honey?”

            She rinsed out her brush. “Hey what-y”

   The daily exchange continued until departure time arrived. He’d repacked his trailer no less than three times, arranging necessary items.

            Clad in leathers and helmet, he struck a pose. “Take my picture.”

            After mounting his two-wheeled stallion, he kissed her goodbye. She stood in the driveway and waved as he motored down the street. He would return refreshed in two weeks with stories and photos of South Dakota.

            Friends often asked her, “Why don’t you go with him?”

            She typed a new chapter to her latest work-in-progress. “To each their own vacation.”

All things considered I’d rather be swimming.

35 comments on “SABBATICAL

  • Oh, that is a perfect picture in words! I’ve heard of Sturgis all my life. My Mom always wanted to bike out there… in my teens, when I bought my own bike, she tried to convince me… never did. I was never able to grasp the clutch and throttle well enough to ride. Now, I’m thinking it might be a neat thing to do…once. Great story…and oh, I wish I could send my hubby away for two weeks somewhere… anywhere!

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    • Dear Bear,

      Riding my own is something I never cared to do. But to my husband, riding his Harley is as therapeutic as swimming is to me. And I’ll admit that having that space of time to myself during Bike Week is mighty nice. 😉 Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. 😀



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  • We have Bike Week down in Daytona BeachFL too, and for a week the roads feel and look very different. One of the downsides of the air-conditioned boxes that most of us tool around in,is that you can’t feel the wind in your hair (or on your helmet.) Vehicles that allow us to experience the fresh excitement of new places should not be hermetically sealed.

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  • You wrote a picture of the perfect married life. Donn often goes on trips with his friends. He gets super excited, packs for weeks, unpacks for another month and I get the freedom of doing whatever, whenever. Makes our marriage just right. Kudos!

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  • What a fantastic place to go biking! Though I’d stick with the swimming and writing, as you do. And Dale’s right – a perfect way to stay married 🙂 Great writing and you made me smile, Rochelle. Hope you are well

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    • Dear Lynn,

      I’d love to go to Sturgis someday…just not during Bike Week or on the back of bike. 😉 The bike is as therapeutic to my husband as swimming is to me. Indeed, giving each other space is an important ingredient to a happy marriage. Thank you.




    • Hi Kelvin,

      The truth is that while my husband has been enjoying his vacation, I went to visit my brother in North Carolina. They live 15 minutes from the beach and I enjoyed swims in the Atlantic and great company. It was a productive time as well, since I had my laptop with me. 😉 Glad you enjoyed my bit of musing. 😀 Thank you.



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  • Great story, and, no fiction here. I learned early that to make a marriage work, both partners must learn to give each other their own space and recognize that their differences do not make them incompatible. And, yes, I have only missed one Sturgis in 14 years.

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