Day 18: Freedom

Day 18: Freedom

Today was one of the first days that I really missed my home. I thought about how if I were there I’d probably be down at the bay, with the sunshine on my skin, eating watermelon in a 102° heat index. I thought about how I could spend my night laying on the Grand Hotel lawn looking up at millions of dollars worth of extravagant lights.

Day 9: A Leaky Tent

Day 9: A Leaky Tent

It felt like bad things were happening over and over again. I felt helpless in my limited knowledge about bikes and also sad because I thought I would miss the coffee (good news, I didn’t.) By the time we got to our interview spot, I was not in the mood to be chatty and pose for pictures but that is the whole dang point of this ride. It doesn’t matter that we were rained on all night or that everything was going wrong with our bikes. If we are too caught up in the cycling and the discomfort we’re in, we are unable to have important conversations with people we meet about The Refuge.