A few days ago, I wrote: “I’m sitting outside of Starbucks putting the finishing touches on my plans to head west. Not really “plans” since I’m still not sure which route I’m taking. I decided this time to at least bring a compass with me so that I can be fairly sure that I keep heading west. I tend to get lost a lot.
As much as I can, I hope to take the backroads, the blue highways, as they appeared on the old Rand McNally maps. It’s my favorite way to ride, though it inevitably takes longer. I’m not in that much of a hurry. My daughter’s due date is 9 days away, and it’s only about 2200 miles (3540 kms) to LA, and I don’t want to arrive there too early and be in the way, unless she wants me there. So, we’ll start by taking it nice and easy. Just enjoy the present moment. Travel hopefully.”
I need to take it easy on this ride because I haven’t been feeling well and I’d been getting some treatment guided by my doctor. He left a message on my phone yesterday stating that he thought I shouldn’t take this ride across country. Fortunately, I was in Muscle Shoals , Alabama, 200 miles into the trip, before I got the message. Probably would have gone anyway. So here I am. We’ll see how the health holds out. Anyway, all prayers and best wishes are appreciated.