I think at the end of any long trip, the newness has worn off and you start unconsciously “enjoying” it less. You don’t take as much time to get your camera out, you shoot fewer photos, spend less time looking at the scenery, talk to local folks a little bit less, take a little more time to raise your hand to wave at passing cars, and you start thinking about the end more and more.
I think getting rained on all day definitely accelerates the start of that process. We rode 50 miles today, and got rained on for about 40 of those miles. We’re both starting to count down those last miles, and the time we spend not riding definitely feels idle — maybe we should have ridden another 30 miles today and tried to make it in a little earlier? I feel a little guilty that I’m not as present for these days, and that I’m spending time in the saddle thinking about mountains, and climbing rope, and seeing my friends in Denver again, and getting back to the BCM office, but I suppose that’s natural.
The good thing about our last four or five days: Our old pal Nick Kolbet is joining us for the last 300 miles to St. Augustine! We’ll ride out of Tallahassee with him Monday morning, and he hasn’t said yet how much of our stuff he wants to carry, but we’re looking forward to having him along. We’re looking at finishing either on Friday, March 26, or possibly Thursday, March 25, if we crush it over the next three days.
Guy carrying beer and ice outside convenience store, after I thanked him for giving us directions into Tallahassee: “Y’all are better men than I am, riding from f%$&in’ San Diego!”