As we flew from Philadelphia to Oakland, I looked down with a thought different than I’ve ever had before while flying. For the western part of the flight, I had the thought: “That is what I’ll be riding the bicycle over.” Those mountains, those basin and those ranges. Thoughts of excitement and trepidation. Mostly excitement.
In the afternoon, I was able to have a bike shop tune up the bicycle for this last leg that I’ll start tomorrow.
After some route consultation with my brother, Rick, I’ve decided to start my trip back to Colorado from the Golden Gate Bridge. It will connect up with some local bike paths, which I’ve learned to take when the opportunity arises!