Now race back to school

Into the alpine

Costal cruising

Headwind//tailwind

Mountains to sea

I wouldn’t trust an alpine cloud
Though soft and bathed in light
There’s no blue sky that can’t be shroud
By billowing, grey fright

It happened so as I had reached
The last remaining climb
To my left, the sky had breached
And grumbled low in time

I pedaled hard and on my right
A mirrored storm cloud hung
Now at the top, wind for a kite
The final knell had rung

So no holds bar, I channel Tom
And plummet like a rock
Though focused, tense, still somehow calm
And thus the raindrops mock

…………

Realized yesterday that if I pedaled fast, I could make it to the US on the 4th. I didn’t allow myself to consider that a real possibility, and consequently thought of nothing else today. I’m now about 40 miles ahead of plan and sharing a campsite with two northbound riders: Marty and Niels.

Deep joy is the feeling today. I spent the whole time smiling. What could be better than pedaling through this spectacular scenery!?

Best road sign of the day: “known farter, let ‘em rip”

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