Sometimes I think the most difficult part of the ride is preparing for it. Because once I hit the road, life gets simple. I pedal, work, eat and sleep. I won’t think about where I’ll sleep or eat, if I’ll find a safe place to lock up my bike, or about the dog packs of Kentucky or the hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Once I’m on my way, I’ll begin living in the mile. Otherwise, looking at the map of the entire route is too darn intimidating. I can’t imagine better life training for learning how to keep present.
A shot of what’s to come… I’ll be pedaling this road from Dubois, WY to Jackson Hole. I shot this on a motorcycle camping trip about ten years ago.