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.
7 comments:
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.
damn, nicely said, hugs.
Hey Jill,
I 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.
I just moved 1400 miles from paradise to hell, so I sympathize.
Did 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.
Here's to adventure!
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