Yesterday we cycled north down Memory Lane. Memory Lane, aka Chuckanut Drive, just south of Bellingham, Washington. The Chestnut-backed Chickadees, Swainson’s Thrushes and Winter Wrens were singing, just like a year ago when we were heading south.
“Today I feel sad,” Wendy told us. “When we were here before we had a year of feedom before us, and now it’s almost over.”
Malkolm looked into his bowl of cereal, bananas and orange juice. We had forgotten to buy milk yesterday. “I don’t know if I can finish this,” he said, gazing into the brownish-orange glop in his bowl.
I didn’t ask him if he was missing the freedom of the road.
Later today we are boarding a ferry north to Skagway. We’ll taste freedom again for a couple of days when we ride over the White Pass back to Whitehorse. Then, I hope, we’ll start thinking of the next adventure.
1 comments:
Your trip has been so fun to hear about! Thanks for blogging! What an adventure!
:)
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