Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The name game

Why hello! Welcome to our new blog...

In just about two months we will be setting out on the adventure of a lifetime, biking from Burlington, VT down to New Orleans, LA. We both plan on keeping journals, but we thought this would be a fun way for you to be able to share and enjoy some of our most interesting and noteworthy stories and pictures from the trip. And who knows, one of our fine readers might have a great comment or insight for us, wherever we may be...

We did a "dry" run last Friday and Saturday, and traveled from Burlington to Montpelier and then back. Dry is in quotes because it was actually quite wet. It was our first time biking together, and was a great bonding experience, both with each other and with our bikes. It was the first time Emily had actually ridden her bike, period. (She finished it the night before!)

In addition to talking about what to pack vs what to leave at home, a few other important things were decided, such as bike names. Emily's bike became Purple Rain, and Margaret's bike became Barbara. In addition, each bike now has a small mascot that will travel on the handlebar bag for the trip, which are awesome old fishing lures purchased at an outdoor flea market in Waterbury.

Lastly, whilst traveling over a river via bridge, Margaret said, "I like bridges," to which Emily responded, "Me too." And thus, the name of this blog was born.

So as you can see, we've got the essential things taken care of.


1 comment:

  1. The Journey

    One day you finally knew
    what you had to do, and began
    though the voices around you
    keep shouting
    their advise –
    though the whole house
    began to tremble
    and you felt the old tug
    at your ankles.
    “Mend my life!”
    each voice cried.
    But you didn’t stop.
    You knew what you had to do,
    though the wind pried
    with its stiff fingers
    at the very foundations,
    though their melancholy
    was terrible.
    It was already late
    enough, and a wild night,
    and the road full of fallen
    branches and stones.
    But little by little,
    as you left their voices behind,
    the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds
    and their was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own,
    that kept you company
    as you strode deeper and deeper
    into the world,
    determined to do
    the only thing you could do –
    determined to save
    the only life you could save.

    ~ Mary Oliver