Just me. Just a bike, some stuff, a watercolor set, and a country to behold.
My bicycle and I made it to Times Square 2 days before hurricane Sandy hit. It was magic really a warm bright day in New York City on October 26th. In 3 months and 1 week, I completed over 4,100 miles through 17 states and 2 countries.
I began the journey pedaling into the Cascades from Burlington, WA on July 21st. The bike was overloaded with needless possessions that I threw out within days of my start. Ridding myself of pepper spray and bike lock was some of the best decisions I ever made. Exposed and vulnerable, conversation with folks in town became my best defense against harm. It also made me intuitive, self-reliant, and able to detect conditions with a clear mind.
I was on my own but never alone. The American landscape is more than just scenic views of the Rockies or Cape Code, the richness is in the people. Something best experienced outside of a car. I grew accustomed to great home cooked meals, hot showers, and warm hearts from strangers all the way across the country.
While not every moment of the ride was glamorous, I’ve felt this nation in ways few have.
