Literally. This nasty, wet April storm has resulted in killing the power. My Q was fully charged and the local cell access seems unaffected, so here I sit by the light of three candles and write.
I should probably be more frank here, I've come to realize. I'm not the sort who regrets what says, so I won't stop here.
About this trip: I'm nervous. I'm excited, too, but still nervous. My fear? Making it through Washington, over those mountains, with all my gear. It will be very near the start of my trip; I'll be running on adreneline; the road ahead will look very long. When I biked to Boston and back a few years ago, it was hard enough climbing the Berkshires. And they don't compare to this upcoming hurdle. I picture getting on the bike at the end of June and going up, up, up for days. Keep me and tailwinds in your thoughts.
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