I biked 1000 miles from Florence Oregon to Missoula Montana with my daughter last month. Deep down, I didn't think I would do it. But I got on the bike September 4th and started riding, and 55 miles later we had arrived at our day's destination, That first day proved to me that I could do it. You know that expression the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step? Turns out it's true, except in my case, it began with one turn of the peddle.
I’ve thought about what I learned from the trip, and what it meant to me. Aside from spending a month with my second born, Ithink it made me remember- and appreciate -simplicity. Our days were only getting ourselves fed, finding safe places to sleep, peddling, and appreciating the geography and passing miles. We did meet some people doing interesting stuff and had a few quirky events, but mostly it was the ordinariness that stood out for me.
The rush, rush of our daily lives makes us miss so much. I’m grateful for having had some time to just take in what was before me. I hope to take more time to do it. Do you remember that other expression- it is the journey, not the destination Well, it turns out, that that one's true as well.