Returning to the ocean
Well we are just starting another normal day on the road. Waking up in an unfamiliar place scrounging through our yellow rubber dry bags for something to eat. Oatmeal has been a common staple for breakfast. Occasionally we would fry up some salami and serve it on butter saturated bagels as a way to brighten a rather gloomy morning, which we sure seemed to have a lot of while in Canada. Camp tea or coffee is a must and the mornings are then drawn out as long as we can find excuses. It's become so routine that I give it almost no thought anymore. Waking up thinking about what I am doing (riding from Alaska to Argentina) doesn't happen anymore now I just pack everything away throw my leg over my bike and start riding south. Simple pleasures are the greatest things ever now and change is pleasant. Having a tail wind is nice but having a tailwind for a couple days and then the wind changing direction bringing different smells, sensations and challenges is great. Riding out of the Coastal range into the foothills and then from the foothills to the San Juan Islands from the islands to the open ocean has been full of new flora and fauna, smells and other sensations. It's rewarding to see the progress we have made. It's measurable now on a globe. When we are riding we move at quite a fast and enjoyable pace. Fast enough that we aren't getting board and slow enough that we miss very little. Although I've been riding past a few places recently that I wish I could have stopped at but have had to ride on by. There just isn't enough time in the day having to spend six hours of it pedaling. Before, when we were in Canada and Alaska we would pedal for days at a time before finding a town or even a welcome gas station to re-up on supplies. We would stop everywhere we could. Now we pass through whole towns without even stopping. I didn't think I was going to have to miss so much along the way. Sorry no more time Evil librarian shoving me out the door!!
