The longer I am somewhere, the harder it is to leave.
Sandpoint is a beautiful town and has a great City Park and bi-weekly Frisbee games. But, the real hard goodbye was to Dave and Janeen. They are really wonderful, beautiful people that are living an honorable life of simple joy. I type that with a touch of envy, because I hope to someday achieve what they have mastered.
So we had to say goodbye and mount our bikes and ride away.
That's about the time when it started raining. Our first morning, we were drinking coffee and discussing our plans, the news said it had rained two inches the night before, which could explain why I woke up in a pool of water.
The fallowing day we charged into the wind hoping for a seventy mile day. Hoping for Grandma's cooking and Gordon's jokes. Hoping for a dry bed and fire. After riding six hours we had managed to cover thirty miles.
The weather report calls for rain. Then next week, more rain. And of course, wind and more cold miserable weather. Maybe we will buy bus tickets.
Sandpoint is a beautiful town and has a great City Park and bi-weekly Frisbee games. But, the real hard goodbye was to Dave and Janeen. They are really wonderful, beautiful people that are living an honorable life of simple joy. I type that with a touch of envy, because I hope to someday achieve what they have mastered.
So we had to say goodbye and mount our bikes and ride away.
That's about the time when it started raining. Our first morning, we were drinking coffee and discussing our plans, the news said it had rained two inches the night before, which could explain why I woke up in a pool of water.
The fallowing day we charged into the wind hoping for a seventy mile day. Hoping for Grandma's cooking and Gordon's jokes. Hoping for a dry bed and fire. After riding six hours we had managed to cover thirty miles.
The weather report calls for rain. Then next week, more rain. And of course, wind and more cold miserable weather. Maybe we will buy bus tickets.
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