True story: I once mailed a postcard from Victoria, BC to my brother in Spokane, WA and I bicycled to his apartment, arriving several hours ahead of the postcard.

5 days seems fast for Canada Post. Somehow, they knew the race was on and they were really trying.

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@morachbeag thanks for the look inside! Good to write while it’s fresh.

I thought you may enjoy reading #SublimeBicycleTouring. Order of events is random but will often read better if you scroll to the bottom and start there.

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I hope you’ve enjoyed these faded glimpses of my travels as much as I’ve enjoyed recalling them. There seems to be more to each moment than I’ve ever told anyone verbally — finally writing them down has brought to the surface how I felt at the time.

Thank you fellow tourists who have held off thus far from adding your own sublime moments. I don’t own this hashtag so please feel free to contribute now.

I’ll wrap this up by reblogging the first 2 posts, the germination.

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1985 CA 1 Ft. Bragg, CA

Fighting coastal headwinds, I was exhausted. I rode over a mound in the asphalt and my front pannier came loose, jamming into the front spokes and side-flipping my bike.

Nothing broken, but my knee needed stitches at the local hospital. I was not to bend my knee for 10 days.

I realized the message I had first discerned a year ago when I accepted the ride across Nebraska: touring was becoming a grind. I packed up my bike and boarded a bus home.

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1981 US 2 Spokane, WA

My first summer ended prematurely.

After camping in High Bridge Park, I rode to the Safeway in Browne’s Addition to buy some breakfast. I don’t know why I leaned my bike against the side of the store rather than the front, but it was gone when I returned. I shuddered the rest of that day.

No sign of bike nor gear, not even the flute I never practiced nor the Bible I never opened. 2 summers later I would replace all but the flute and Bible.

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1984 US 385 SD Black Hills

What can I say? The Black Hills of the Lakota people are magnificent and majestic.

My 39-year-old memory of cycling through pales against my older memories of visiting relatives there as a child.

Many summers, as soon as the family station wagon stopped at the end of the long, dirt driveway several of us kids would run past the house and up into the Hills to explore. “Let’s go this way!” “No, the cave is this way!”

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