So on Monday my DH and I got back from a four month long trip where we cycled from Bedford, MA to Dayton, WA. We were supposed to go on to seaside OR and then down the Pacific coast but we had to cut the trip short because my dear friend and ex-husband was murdered. Very strange and tragic. So, I got on a plane and flew to the east coast to be supportive to my daughter. I was there for a week and a half. I then flew back to Portland, OR where my DH had landed with a close childhood friend. We bought a car in Portland and made our way down the California coast (in the car) to meet DH's extensive family. We then went back across the country in the car, stopping at the site of the Topaz Internment Camp in Utah where my father and his family were held during WW II. (It is really in the middle of nowhere.)

It was quite the trip -- I did write about much of it in my blog www.thepolkadotjournal.blogspot.com. (Thanks to those who already checked it out.) Now we are back and for the first time in four months we rode our road bikes. It felt unnatural! How could they we so light and wobbly? It was strange not to be pushing 75 pounds and instead be gliding around on 16 or even 20. It was an odd experience after being so used to the loaded touring bikes day after day. However, I expect that I will get acclimated to the road bike again (although I do miss the touring already.)