Moishe's Ride

I'm writing this from back in Boulder. This post might be kind of personal, so feel free to skip. TL;DR: trip plans are going to change pretty dramatically; the idea of riding on busy roads for many hundreds of miles is particularly unappealing. Two things happened. First, on Monday, my grandmother Maggie got hit by a car, while crossing a road in her powered wheelchair. She's in the hospital now with many broken bones, including spinal injuries and a broken pelvis. She's 93, and it's not clear what's going to happen, but it's not good. That's obviously been on my mind and was on my mind when I left on Tuesday for Pueblo. I initially thought, "what would Maggie want me to do?" and probably the answer is "go have adventures." She's lived a very adventure-filled life and she has always always encouraged me to do the same. This was where my head was at on Tuesday and Wednesday morning. But then I started riding on Wednesday and things we

I’m in a hotel in Pueblo, CO right now. My bike’s in the room along with all my gear for the next two months. It’s … surreal. I’ve done this before — leaving on a solo, multi-month trip, organizing gear in a hotel — a number of times. But never after COVID! Weird to be relearning how to interact with people and also getting ready to do a long bike trip. I’m excited to ride, and also already miss Lindsey and Percy like crazy. Still doesn’t feel real, but I think once I actually start riding it’ll feel more real. More tomorrow.