much that he was the teacher and I was the student, but that he was the coach and I was the athlete. He encouraged me to go to New Zealand and after, write about my bicycle-related experiences. And he gave Pete and me a lot of useful advice when we were working together on the Alaska Bicycle Touring Guide.
We lost touch with one another after I graduated. As I was cleaning my cabin, I found myself traipsing down memory lane. I tried to keep my jaunts short and not dwell on any one specific time in my writing life. I did find drafts of work that Frank commented on, and in a journal I read a passage where I wrote that he said to me that I must be working hard – my eyes looked tired. This surprised me – I had no idea that I was working hard or that he took notice of this.
Frank, in his message, said that he’s working on putting together a proposal for The University of Alaska Press, he wants to edit an anthology of essays by bicycle tourists. What, I wondered, were the odds of this, at a time when I getting ready to embark on a bicycling adventure? He also said that he was wondering if he might approach the editor, Nate Bauer, about our doing a revision of the Alaska Bicycle Touring Guide. Coincidently, just the day before, I thought about mentioning to Pete that we do this next year. The thought slipped my mind because we have so much going on.
I have of course been running essay ideas though my mind – then, riding the Parks Highway in the 1980s, and now, doing this in the year 2020. But I am going to trust what I know and let the ideas that materialize during the trip shape the subject matter. In this way, I’ll show readers the path of my thinking.
And I had been thinking that I’d gather information on the Parks Highway portion of the trip for the book. This’ll be easy.
I am hoping that I can meet up with Frank and Nate in Fairbanks. Perhaps this will come to be.
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