Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing RoadWithin a ten-month period, Neil Peart lost both his 19-year-old daughter, Selena, and his wife, Jackie. Faced with overwhelming sadness and isolated from the world in his home on the lake, Peart was left without direction. This memoir tells of the sense of personal devastation that led him on a 55,000-mile journey by motorcycle across much of North America, down through Mexico to Belize, and back again. Peart’s journey of self-exile and exploration chronicle his personal odyssey and include stories of reuniting with friends and family, grieving, and reminiscing. He recorded with dazzling artistry, the enormous range of his travel adventures, from the mountains to the seas, from the deserts to the Arctic ice, and the memorable people who contributed to his healing. Ghost Rider is a brilliantly written, and ultimately triumphant narrative memoir from a gifted writer and the drummer and lyricist of the legendary rock band Rush. |
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... lake the heavy rain seemed to hold down the darkness, grudging the slow fade from black, to blue, to gray. As I prepared that last breakfast at home, squeezing the oranges, boiling the eggs, smelling the toast and coffee, I looked out ...
... lake had been my sanctuary, the only place I still loved, the only thing I had left, and I was tearing myself away from it unwillingly, but desperately. I didn't expect to be back for a while, and one dark corner of my mind feared that ...
... lake, still not knowing what I was going to do. Before she died, Jackie had given me a clue, saying, “Oh, you'll just go traveling on your motorcycle,” but at that time I couldn't even imagine doing that. But as the long, empty days and ...
... lake, hide there a little longer?” But no. That too would be a perilous road. When I allowed myself to consider turning back, the thought that kept me riding on was, “Then what?” For over a month I had tried living there alone, with ...
... lake flooded or drained, mines and factories up around here, Val d'Or and Noranda. Barely 10° [50 F] this a.m., not much more now. As I crossed into Ontario the rain let up at last, but the day remained chilly, and I finally sought ...