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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... there was a story there, but I soon realized it wouldn't be a happy one, for she was grumbling at length to a redfaced young waiter who had apparently forgotten her order. She seemed to take it as a personal insult, and summoned the ...
... there, but if they happened to be filled it would be a long way back to any other lodgings. The cold, gloomy weather ... there on my own. That was thoughtful, hospitable, and trusting of him, and I only asked what I might do for food. He ...
... there another 15 miles downriver to the ruins of a town called Glenora, where the Hudson's Bay Company post, now the Riversong, had originally been located. In the afternoon I suited up and took a ride out that way, to see if there was ...
... there's the mud story — deep, slippery clay up here on the permafrost, the worst possible hazard when wet. Well, I'm here at “Mile 0” anyway, so something (stubbornness? optimism? stupidity?) is pushing me that way. There've been at ...
... there. The Dempster is mine (one way, anyway) and the Arctic Circle is mine, forever. Late dinner in Cabin Lounge, large whisky, decent Caesar salad, chicken on kaiser, red wine. Good music playing once again, Nirvana Unplugged. Makes ...