Snapshots from the Future, My Past

There’s an uneasy feeling in the air, crawling over my skin and resting its feet on my goosebumps. I associate it with how I used to feel when going to a keg party in the woods as an underaged punk rocker – never quite sure if it’s going to be a blast or if I’d end up walking away a few teeth less the grin.

I’m about to go on a giant grand adventure in a far away land and all by my lonesome. My disregard for the buddy system, relatively little knowledge about bike repair (as, of course you would know from reading daily, the adventure is of a bicyclic nature), and the vast untame of Oregon and Northern California have given this trip the most risk of any I’ve done to date. More risk = more real, I surmise (and hope).

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