I am very excited to start the ride! I found myself getting very frustrated with all the logistics and wishing that the journey could just start. When I started to think (dangerous – and I will have lots of time for it over the next couple of months) when does a journey begin? Did this journey start when my dad first taught me to ride, or when I started riding a lot because my knees couldn’t handle all the running, or when I did my first cross state ride with my oldest daughter when she was only 11, or when I retired and wanted to do something big that I had never had time for before. Regardless of the answer to that question I concluded that like all of lifes journeys we shouldn’t wish away the difficult parts because they are as much a part of the journey as the celebrations.
I am not the best at all the planning and logistics that go into an activity like this. It also doesn’t help that the world is not back to normal like I sometimes think it is. These are all first world problems and I do understand that, but they do wear you down. First, there was all the delays in getting anything related to bikes and camping. Then, I had to get me and my stuff to the starting point only to find out that rental cars are in extremely short supply in Seattle and running almost a thousand dollars a day. All the problems have been solved and in less than a week I should be on my way.