10 Hours Down, 2 Months Up
I’ve been fortunate enough to travel all over the world for both work and leisure. The skies were clean on the flights down to Key West, so I could see the Earth below quite clearly. I got to thinking how the short time I was in the air to get to Key west would pale in comparison to the amount of time it would take me to turn around and bike back up north. I’ve never done any sort of distance travelling by foot. I dido the Grand Canyon but there were 15 of us. I’m the only one that holds the responsibility of pedaling myself up to Calais, ME. It certainly is a funny feeling knowing the only way I can get home is via my bike.
The flights down were pretty smooth. It didn’t cost as much as expected to get my bike box on the plane. Charlotte was extremely busy. That’s the most people I’ve been around since the pandemic hit. Even living in NYC didn’t amount to that many people in a small area. When I arrived in Key West, my bike had flown down on the earlier flight so it was waiting for me. The box was in rough shape. All of the handles were blown out and TSA had opened the box and searched everything. Thankfully, Kenzie and I did a good job with packing and everything was fine after I rebuilt it.
I’ll be embedding better photos once I get situated on the road and figure out a better routine for posting this quick write-ups. In the meantime, I’ll be embedding my Instagram posts.
I’m in Key West until tomorrow morning, then I bike about 50 miles up to Marathon to complete Day 1 on the road.
