In August when the date starts to climb into the mid 20's, people start to get that feeling in the pit of their stomachs, the feeling that summer's ending. It's nerve wracking to jump into September, the first of the 4 'er' months, the very first sign of Fall that inevitably becomes Winter. And I'm not exempt from this general freak-out.
I'm not too far off from completing this trip in 3 months time, just as I thought but, I'm feeling the change of seasons in these cool evenings and frigid mornings. I'm headed to the land of perpetual Summer, California; at least that's how I imagine it in my head.
My mindset right now is just to plow through these next couple weeks to finish this cross-country adventure so I can start heading South for the Winter. I've also got myself all jazzed up about getting to Portland; I can't wait to see my friend, Ben who I haven't seen since college.
I've been wanting to visit Portland for years now but, the most exciting thing that makes me want to put the pedal to the metal is I want to get a new bike when I get there, a custom-built touring bike so I can keep this ridiculous journey going in style and comfort. But I'm still hundreds of miles away.
There will be many cold mornings between now and then and I don't want to get too far ahead of myself, that's the easiest way to miss out on the here and now and if I'm not here then where the Hell am I?
