The trip north is over. I’ve reached as far as I am willing to go for this year. I’ve booked my train home, and will be visiting a friend in route. But the journey isn’t over! I will be spending a month back home to recover my resolve and determination. Soon after I will be heading back out on the road. Once I reach Texas, I will reconfigure my setup with new bags and equipment, and head towards the East coast. This time around I will shoot for something more plausiable. Florida sounds a whole lot better than Alaska.
I must admit I am addicted to bicycle travel, and I want to see the world. I want to keep adapting my technique, I need to! I enjoy the challenge of figuring my way though the terrain. The weather in North California has won, I am calling for a tactical retreat. The rain and cold are too much, and as to respect the Gods of storm and sun, I am heading south. The geese are also finally heading south, I hear them migrating about every morning. The last group should be heading out soon.
Winter was late this year around, the bitter chill hasn’t really hit. It seems to be lagging behind at a sloths pace. Languidly gaining speed as the days become shorter, and the sun ever more rare. I am relieved to be heading home, as the snow begins to fall, I am anxious to arrive and pass by the higher altitudes of the Nevada mountain range. What would it have felt like to endure those freezing temperatures? Could I have made it though the winter out on the range?
“I am not equipped for this,” is the resounding excuse that repeats in my mind. When the day is quiet, that line seems to scream at me. If I’m going to endure it, I need an area to practice in. Spending a couple days out in the freeze, and having a place to comfortably call home would allow me to gather the skills to confront winter. This year I will give in, and migrate. Next year will soon be over, and I’ll have another chance. Until then, I’ll move closer to the equator.