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We were happy to find a good waffle machine and a nice breakfast set up at large. After we ate we headed back to our room to get ready. This is where it get strange. I don’t know exactly why or…
While Jerry was getting ready we had the TV on with some news. Nothing new, more of the same stories, more of the same twenty four hour news cycle. Like wise more of the same there were commercials of kids with cancer and catheters, etc… The difference was this morning I was suddenly emotional about it. Not to say I am not an emotional person. I have spend a lot of time, energy and expense to try to improve my intuition, to be one with the universe. Animals all know what, when and how to do things all by feel. We think our way past all that into our own ideas of what “should be”. I think when you tell the universe what “should be” you prevent “what could be”. All that said, when something happens and I get a feeling I listen. It sounds so simple. But we have two ears and one mouth to listen twice as much as we talk, yet how often is that the case? SO, if I feel something that makes me want to cry, it goes against all of that to not cry. Crying is not something that our society embraces, especially men. There is a discrepancy here. I know for what I want to do and how I want to be able to navigate the world I need to keep in touch with ALL available tools. Ok, now I’m just babbling / justifying.
Point is, with the first kid with cancer commercial I’m ready to cry. Cancer is sad. Kids with cancer is sadder. But I’ve been up an hour, I’ve seen this commercial already… Why am I so on the verge?
I spent most of today’s ride thinking about this. So much I didn’t really notice much during the day. I was so internal. Is this an expression of my physical exertion? Is this a weird emotional day? Some drying out side effects? Heat stroke?
Today was the coolest day so far, which was awesome for me. The wind was also the most we’ve encountered to date. The hills are more rolling this part of the state, again I’ll take it.
Really the emotional stuff reeling through my mind I have very little to talk about the road. The only thing of true note was the day was coming to an end. The hotel I looked at was still ten to fifteen miles away so when we passed an Inn we paused to look at how far we still had to go and if maybe we pull the cord early. Ten more miles? But with zero bars I wasn’t certain that there were ten miles left and the as sun set it was getting cold fast. So when we came to a hotel with bar restaurant and a vacant sign we went in. The front desk clerk finished his conversation leaving us to stand there for a few minutes before he finally asked if we were checking in. We said yes. He asked for our reservation number. We said we didn’t have any. He almost laughed saying this is fourth of the July weekend, EVERYONE is sold out. With this two things imimeatily came out:
1) Why do you have a vacant sign out?
2) Is EVERYONE really sold out?
We headed on with a slight panic of sleep outside? Peddle how many miles till next open hotel? Go back to the last town? None of these sound like good options. We come to a second hotel right around the corner. They have one room with one bed. Guess Jerry and I are going to get even closer on this trip.
When we went to sleep I woke up from one of the most real dreams I’ve had in a long time. I don’t know if it was related to the emotional state of the day but it did feel like I should include it in Day 5. Because I was at a party with my departed friend. He had asked me to ride cross country with him years ago and I didn’t. Then when he passed I spread his ashes around the world including taking him with Jerry and I from Manhattan to Miami. So maybe he was just on my mind, or may be I was just emotional today, or maybe he just came to say he’s well. It was a lot but did give a sense of the emotional nature of the day.
Today (day 6) is a new day, if for nothing else the TV news commercials are all about poop; spray to make smells go away, pills to make you poop, adult diapers if you can’t stop pooping, and drugs to regulate your poop.
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