Chapter 29: Home
Chapter 29: Home September 18, Thursday: 150 miles ! (8272) Work starts early on a farm, so the noise woke me up, and I was on the road by 5:30. It was still quite dark, and cold, but nothing like last week in the Yukon. A real treat to be riding before and during sunrise, and a treat the rest of the day just to be riding in the East, through familiar countryside. It's wonderful to see old things in a new way - to really appreciate seeing blue jays, starlings, cows, poison ivy, grasshoppers, maple trees, old-old farms and barns, chicory and other wildflowers, grapes, hardwood forests... I find it's comforting to ride among old, graceful hills, friendly and inviting, instead of jagged inhospitable mountains, to have towns every five or ten miles - old well-established towns, and to hear crickets in the fields. It was not all roses, of course. Being called a homophobic slur by some punk in a passing car was a rude reawakening; a reminder that not everyon...
