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.
Cheers!
The Journey
ReplyDeleteOne 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