Today I made it official – I’ve now ridden coast to coast. These wheels have seen the salt and sand of the Atlantic and the Pacific. We’ve crossed the White Mountains of New Hampshire, the Adirondacks of New York, the Erie Canal, the Ohio River, the Mississippi, the Ozarks, the plains of Kansas and Colorado, up to the source of the Arkansas River, the Rockies, the Continental Divide, the Great Basin of Nevada and Utah, the Sierra Nevada and the Sacramento River. Feeling a little like Johnny Cash these days – I’ve been everywhere, man.
I was a little late to start and had a lot of mixed feelings about today’s ride. Since it’s such familiar territory I had a hard time stopping to take photos. It’s a challenge to bring fresh eyes to something you’ve seen a million times. But more importantly I’m kind of bummed about finishing the trip, among other things. It’s been such a wonderful experience, there’s part of me that doesn’t want it to end.
This integration thing – easing back into life at home – is going to be tougher than I thought. Already it’s harder to not be overwhelmed by the news cycle, the latest atrocity done in the name of America, the frenzy that is downtown traffic. I miss my basin’s and ranges.
My day was clouded literally and figuratively. I’ve heard over the last few days that my mom is not doing well, and the trend is not good. She’s almost 93 so this is not a surprise, but she’s my mom, so its hard to come to grips with. Her memory has been declining for many years so its been hard to have a good visit with her for some time, but her physical health has been good. Lately she has seemed like she’s not interested in continuing, she’s not eating well, and that’s just hard to hear.
I seem to have written myself into a corner here. I’m not looking for sympathy, but it just wouldn’t be honest to say that I’m in a better place right now than I am. The good thing is that I’m home with people that love, support, and need me, and that’s a wonderful place to be.