
Today I realized cycling is like living through the Oregon Trail. We have a long distance to cover very slowly, before leaving town we stock up on supplies and water, our wagons break down (popped tires), we scavenge for wild fruits, and we have to battle the elements (intense heat or rain). Instead of encountering rivers to ford we have hills to battle. (You climbed a mountain. Courtney succumbed to heat exhaustion.) And illness can suddenly take one of us out (like how the daughters always seemed to be catching cholera).
Hopefully we won't be caught by bandits or Indians!
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