I rode out to Manchester State Park this afternoon. This is a picture of my bike inside an old torpedo bunker. Torpedo bunkers are more peaceful than I would have thought.
Hello everyone! I have a new website where I am reposting this blog one day at a time as a way of reflecting 15 years later. In addition to reposting the vintage content, I'll be adding new sketches and thoughts. I can and can't believe how much the world has changed in 15 years. I took this trip in a post 9-11, pre-Obama, pre-Trump, pre-Pandemic world... before I got married, built a tiny house, had a kid, bought an old normal sized house, and had another kid. Join me at www.anotherbunny.com to follow along with me 15 years later.
5:00 came with the same nervous intensity that an early flight out of Sitka does. It is just too much of an inconvenience to be late for an important important. I had to meet with the darkness so we could experience the ebb and flow of the shadows as the street lamps pass us by. This single sensation with the cool night air and tidal movement of my shadow chasing me and leaving me behind is my favorite part of cycling. I watched the orb rise with the traffic the same color as my reflective shirt. I stopped once to eat breakfast at Hardee's and again before crossing the St. John's to eat grilled cheese, veggie-beef soup, and more sweet tea. As I completed the century to St. Augustine, I understood why the ACA route goes where it does. As I approached the coast I passed traffic caused by a down cyclist out for a Monday spin. Waiting in the touristed out town, I took pictures of myself on timer hoping to have one halfway decent one. I rode down some of the narrow streets as the tr...
Thank you for reading or just looking at the pictures if that is your speed. The trip is done and so is this blog. But life goes on and soon I'll be back in Alaska. I assure you that my daily life is much like most and not showstopping. However, if you continue to read on, I'll be posting at avoidingturtles.blogspot.com Cheers.
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