Since leaving last Tuesday I've been searching almost at every turn for the recurrence of the spirtual lift - that which got me up and over Hill Country Texas. The decision to make my way back across the country came with the expectation that I could somehow repeat or recreate the feeling that came over me (and stay with me) from Texas though to San Diego.
The first week, while good, was tedious - the weather, the bugs, the sense of lonliness, etc. On top of that, being overcome by "maybe this isn't the right thing..." for large portion of the day made pedaling even on the flattest of terrain extremely difficult.
Two days ago I came very much into my own. I'm not sure why, really - a sound night sleep, finally, decent meals, who knows. For whatever reason, the sense of calm I've been searching for has arrived. There's little reason to suppose that any of this right now should make sense - it doesn't. Yet the conversations had the last two days along have supplied me with energy - spiritual, emotional - to try again today.
A lot of pictures, few that capture my attitude at this point, or what I'm seeing; when I get to a computer that will allow for a usb cable, I'll upload some.
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