Date: July 27Mileage: 29.5
July mileage: 644.8
Temperature upon departure: 53
A week is all I have left in the Cosmic Hamlet by the Sea.
Everything I do now is shadowed by the notion that it could be my last time.
My last time dodging erratic pedestrians on the Homer Spit;
My last time sweating up East Hill;
My last time pedaling down an abandoned road in search of an unobstructed view of the 11 p.m. sunset;
My last small town surprise - an overturned Subaru laid to final rest beside the silent shadow of Mt. Redoubt.
I know it's not the last. I know it's not yet over.
But I already miss it.
Please take it from an old traveler that the best time to miss a place, culture, life; is just before you leave it. And if you celebrate it with a tear and a toast, it will keep a larger room in your heart.
ReplyDeletedamn, nicely said, hugs.
ReplyDeleteHey Jill,
ReplyDeleteI stumbled across your blog and it's great. Good luck in Juneau, I'm hoping to get down there to ride sometime myself.
I thought that as you're now reasonably close to Whitehorse, Yukon you might be interested in a couple of the local events:
http://www.kingofthecanyon.com/
http://www.24hoursoflight.com/
Also one that is not 'local' but takes place in Whitehorse:
http://www.arcticultra.de/en.php
Regards,
Anthony
Drat -- I'll miss Homer, too. Or seeing it through your tales. It's bittersweet melancholy leaving a place.
ReplyDeleteI just moved 1400 miles from paradise to hell, so I sympathize.
ReplyDeleteDid you know your blog was featured at BlogHer the other day?
Poignant -- reminds me of our parting words to The Greatland. Good luck in Juneau.
ReplyDeleteHere's to adventure!
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