Plain and simple, I am now having to deal with a lot of stuff. I should join a support group, maybe Stuff Anonymous. It would take some doing but mid-meeting I’d stand up and say “I’m, Alys and I have a problem. I have thirty years of accumulated gear and I’m getting ready for a three-part trip and I somehow have to winnow it all down, beginning with the bicycling gear.”
If I had a vehicle, I’d call it a Whinny Bagel. I’m taking along a photo of Raudi and bagels Pete made. I suspect the photos will get wet and the bagels will go stale, but I am not going to forego either.
I have not yet purchased anything new for this trip. I’m going to ride my mountain bike, which I’ve had for near twenty plus years. My last long ride was in 2003 – I did the Great Divide Ride, which took me from northern Montana to southern new Mexico. I’m bringing along equally old clothes, this including two pairs of very old bicycling shorts. And I’m carrying dehydrated food that dates back to 2011. The dates of this food, including dehydrated apple sauce and bean soup, have been written on the front with a permanent sharpie marker.
I’m bringing along two notebooks, both previously belonged to Bill Fuller who was a good friend of Pete and mine when we lived in Fairbanks. Bill passed and I inherited his archival materials, which includes an account journal in which he wrote down two pages of expenditures, and a travel journal that’s still in its box.
I couldn’t find either. They resurfaced when I took a break and sat down in the chair of my upstairs study. I searched and searched and finally found my copy of the above-mentioned Tim O’Brien book. Will wonders ever cease.
I value organization, to me this is like the ring on the carousel. Always, for me it has remained elusive. The more I acquire, the more elusive it becomes. The less things I carry, the better off I will be. The more things I carry, the better off I will be. Up and down goes the painted pony.
Next: 169. 6/18/20: Trekking in my Backyard