Wed. morning, Sept 24 started just like everyday on the bike trip except for one thing...after Cal and Ron had their morning coffee and peddled off for another day of biking, I packed up the camper for the last time and drove home.
And that was the end of the Bike Trip for me.
I had nothing much to show for the past summer except a few rocks that I unceremoniously dumped with all my other rocks. I feared the mountain of mail waiting. My cats had peed in the corner of the living room, and I felt guilty about going back to work and facing the people I abandoned all summer.
My husband is gray and tan and skinny.
Yet It is right to be home now. I was satisfied that"the World is all that it should be." This summer is a gift with many layers that I am still unpacking. Cal and I still look at each other and say with wonder..."We did it!"
There is one last thing that I want to tell you...I wore one pair of black flipflops -which was as barefoot as I could safely get, the whole way across the United States.
And I love you.
Mary
