Who does that?

Human nature allows many variations of normal. There are, however, times when you have to ask yourself: Who does that?

-Turd on the seat at Canyon Creek toilets.
-Guy in F-150 crashing through brush with apologetic/bewildered looking wife when identifiable road is 15 ft to the right.
-Double date camping at the other end of the lake from your house when two cycle-tourists are already camped there.
-Dude from double date who hosts 1:00 AM pity party 10 ft from our tent in running car by himself playing complaint rock to soothe his broken heart (think Dwight from the Office playing Everybody Hurts in the parking lot).

Who does that?

Bikes of a feather

Sitting at lunch, overlooking the valley below we heard a hello and the sound of bikes pulling up. We turned to meet the first cycle-tourists of our ride.

Marion and Andi were just finishing up a Panamerican ride from Ushuaia, Argentina to Prudhoe Bay, AK. They had met up with a Quebecois who had not been to Anchorage so they were diverting about five hundred miles to take the long route up to Prudhoe. I guess at the end of 13,000 miles or so - why not?.

The evening prior, Joan and David, a retired couple not even riding bikes came right over to introduce themselves when they saw us pull in. They had ridden from Ushuaia to Prudhoe ten years ago. After talking with Joan that evening we found out they had ridden pretty much everywhere else too.

We have only seen one other couple who did not stop to show us their recumbant trikes. Perhaps they do not associate with wedgies.

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Pedaling Begins

The 'aska Tour is underway. The shores of Seward sent us off. Good friends put us up. Good friends put up with us. And good friends gave us an extended farewell that still seems to be saying so long.

After a few minutes in the saddle we were excited. Now, after a few days, we are elated. The roads ahead will not have, perhaps, the social agenda or conveniences of the stomping grounds we have pedaled through. They will have, we expect, a fresh familiarity and the rhythms and cycles that we are beginning to remember.

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