Moving closer to the inevitable. Everyone is either envious, jaded or curious about how I arrived at the decision to ride across the US of A. Would you believe it was a series of events that drove this to fruition. The death of a friend, a
travelogue written by a reporter who turned 50, oh many, many years ago and a need for some adventure.
Tonight I am playing with my I-Phone. Finally took it out of the box. Set up the blog and I packed the panniers (saddle bags) with everything I want to take. It is feeling more real now.
Cherie is finally wondering if she can handle having me home — heck I will be gone for a couple of months (or more) so the issue has been postponed for now.