Dear Mom,What did you put in my kool-aid? I am not normal.
When we camped as a family in the Oregon forests, did you ever think those habits would morph into a bicycling camping trip from Portland, OR, to San Diego, CA? When Bubba and I insisted on sleeping in the tent because the camper was too "plush," did you ever imagine I'd carry those habits...on the back of my bicycle? And when I first told you that I wanted to commute by bike, did you think, "Oh no, what is she really saying?"
My wildest dreams never took me here, but obviously my spirit to tackle a challenge and embrace the outdooors had led the charge. Before I leave on my 22-day ride across 1,393 miles, I wanted to thank you for instilling in me the habit to try new things and the guts to plan things that seem unachievable to others.
Mom--I am about to ride my bicycle along highway 1 from the Pacific NW to the borders of Tijuana. That's freaking rad. I can't wait to see you one week in to tell you how much my legs hurt, how sore my butt is, how happy I am that you gave me the drive to do things that are so outrageous and, most importantly, to have another sip of that fabulous kool-aid.
With much love.
I love you too. I am very happy you are a strong and happy person who loves the outdoors as much as I did when I was your age. Backpacking was my thing as much as it was your fathers. I am not sure why it stopped. I am looking forward to the rest of the story or the end of the road. Which ever comes first. Keep me in touch with every peddle circle you make, or at least every few days. LOMO
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