Today we went over the continental divide! I was in the Penn van again and we logged some serious miles. Before we set off I got a chance to catch up with Mayo (you better meet up with us in Atlantic City dude) which was nice.
First thing I learned was that some things in life are kind of creepy and can’t be explained. We were cruising through the end of Arizona and I, for some starnge reason, was thinking of Mike Coldwell. It may have been becuase of our trip we took to Arizona this past winter, but the first time I looked down at my mile count on my bike the milage read: 12.34…so Coldwell, you continue to weird me out.
I also discovered that the soap in our hotel the night before smelled like cookies and cream ice cream…it was great. Sorry, dumb side note.
So I was on my bike for 85 miles today and did a lot of thinking. Unfortunately, here’s the most interesting thing I came up with: there are certain words in the English language that simply can’t belong together. For instance, I like farmers and I love tans, but farmer’s tan is the worst. Riding through the desert with a bike jersey has really hit me hard in the farmer’s tan department. An example of two words that are great together: parachute and pants. Who doesn’t love parachutes and who could have anything against pants…therefore, parachute pants are sweet.
More serious note, I realized that you can be anywhere in the world, having the time of your life, and one small conatct with home, or what you refer to as home (in this case, Bucknell), can make you a little homesick. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now, riding across country with the group we have has been one of the most amazing trips of my life. However, I did get a text from somebody at Bucknell that really made me want to go back right away. Says something about the kind of people at Bucknell and the love I’ve developed for such a great school.
