yesterday i smelled the salty atlantic for the first time in more than three months. yesterday i swam in the atlantic for the first time in years. yesterday we hit the jersey shore and immediately began our westward return, of course, by way of maine. right now i tend to think of the last few months of riding as a succession of more than fifty bike rides, and not really "one big ride." as i was riding to the motel, still wet and salty from the sea, the only thoughts i had revolved around showering, eating, doing laundry, and how to get from point A to point B the following day. needless to say, we are creatures of habit, the routine i've fallen into while daily on-the-go will linger for some time.
with all of that in mind i have to re-pack for the remainder of the trip, getting things in order to be shipped back to oregon. it is a strange feeling for me, shipping things to oregon permanently.
i must thank those of you who read along, those who gave encouragement, aid, assistance, help, a place to stay over the last few months. thank you all so much.
may fair winds fill your sails with joy,
ross
About Me
- ross
- I've only ever lived on the edges of places, near the oceans, yet am caught in the middle. I am adrift these days, somewhere between.
1 comment:
What a pleasure it was to share this adventure with you, Ross. Thanks for reminding me about July 4th and for so graphically recounting your experience in the tunnels. What an experience!
Pacific City to Atlantic City: 55 days of riding. The best part, however, was being with you everyday, watching you so confidently negotiate situation after situation and marveling at the extraordinary man you've become. Let's do something else together soon. Love, Dad
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