EnRouteTransport

Will saw the building first, and I saw the sign that welcomed bikers. Two people were outside. I almost said, “The welcome committee, here to make us feel at home.”

Up, down, up, down, up, down.
West Virginia to Kentucky.
I love riding my bike.

Dear Readers,

I got separated from my tools, but I’m not done yet.

Thanks for keeping in touch.

Love,
Heidi

Now, when I think of “cabin,” a modest one- or two-room structure made of logs or planks comes to mind. Less important what the place looks like, more important what you do there and the quality of experience.

Access to technology has become a fundamental element of transportation systems. Family (and friends) also function within the network as destinations and nodes.

I want to be there, close to the core of myself, instead of blazing out in a display of short-lived fireworks.

“Wow, a National Historic Landmark since 1976. How about that, the nation’s birthday and the same year the inaugural TransAmerica ride.”
Lucy has a remarkable story.

I heard a train coming and the sensation of our train moving and fell asleep again.
I woke an hour later. We weren’t moving.
I fell back asleep. Woke an hour later. We weren’t moving.
It was 2 a.m. The train was quiet and restless. A stir moving silently through the seats.

As we swerved through the busy streets of St. Louis, the cab driver corrected me, “This ain’t hot. This is somethin’ else. Phoenix is hot. This is somethin’ else.”

The decision came quick. I still had to make it somewhere before I could quit. Odds were that I would change my mind after I cooled down a little.