Last Night On The Road
So this is it. One more morning of saddling up and pedaling off. One more climb. 52.6 more miles. Then...it's done.
I'm in Lompoc now, in a Motel 6, with the television making inane cartoon noises in the background. Tomorrow night, I'll be at my mom's house in Santa Barbara, and the next morning...I won't have anywhere to go. Nowhere to pedal. No campgrounds or motels to find my way to, no routes to program into the GPS, no high-energy foodstuffs to acquire, no Gatorade to chug.
In the coming weeks, I'll be sorting out the site, returning it to its pre-On The Road state. I've got thousands of pictures and a couple of hundred video clips to go through, so there will be more imagery to come.
And, of course, there will be more writing...the stories and thoughts I haven't told you, the inevitable What I Learned essays, and the whole Astonished Head Moves To San Francsico saga.
115 days on the road.
And the journey ends tomorrow.
How'd that happen?
