Some observations:
Michigan has great clouds. Passively cloud gazing all day is a real treat.
It also has the most roadkill I've ever seen. Everything from inflated beavers, racoons and opossums, to oozing skunk, full deer, and many unrecognizable lumps of fur. It reminds me of a haiku I wrote earlier this summer:
Summer, you smell like
Roadkill and cherries
Hot on the roadside
More observations: some changes across the land are instant. Official things like roadsigns, banks, laws, things of that nature. Others, which I think are the more interesting to watch, and continuous, like the arbor and vegetation, and the way people talk and act. The difference between an upstate New Yorker's jargon, an Ontarian's, and now a Midwesterner's is awesome, and hearing the words and phrases morph as I travel is really something. Watching the landscape change is always on my mind; right down to the color of the dirt, the shape, size, and color of the lakes, and of course, the trees.
Perhaps most interesting is the ongoing introspection of any solo trip. 8 hours on the bike every day means a lot of thinking. Even some thinking about thinking. I think recently that my thought patterns have finally begun to change. And I don't just mean I'm learning, (though that could be), I mean that I'm noticing myself pondering things other than what I usually do, engaging them differently, anf processing events in a different way-- all very hard to describe but the fact that I can feel it occurring is exciting.
What remians the same is people's openness, curiosity, and kindness. When I choose to engage with people, (and sometimes I haven't a choice), I always take something from the experience and I hope they do too. They always ask questions, which I answer dutifully, and I'm trying to ask more of my own questions of them (and I have many). The one that has been getting the best results so far has been "What's the best thing about your state?" or "What's something unique about your town?"
The funniest thing is that I can't even wrap my head around the fact that I rode my bike all the way here. Amazing what one can do with two wheels and a little drive.
A living chronicle of my adventure biking across the States. I'm headed back home to Seattle from school in Saratoga Springs, NY and I'm flying solo. Got so goddamn tired of the airlines that I've made my own: Trans-Love Airways. I'm powered on it and hoping to spread some while I'm at it. Lots of folks might be wondering about me while I disappear for a few months, so instead of keeping them in the dark I'll spread to word to everybody here with photos and tales etc... Hope yall enjoy.
Route Map
This is pretty much the route, just imagine starting a little bit south of Ticonderoga and going a bit South after Anacortes. Thanks to the good people at the Adventure Cycling Association, they know what they're doing.
I really love your observations, Finley! I can only imagine that it is the time alone that allows new perspectives to open. A nice thought is that maybe it's not something new. Maybe by getting away and getting on your own you're able to access things that have always been there. It just takes opening your eyes, ears and heart.
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