Here's a thing about bike touring.

Your job every day is to ride your bike.  Your job also involves finding food, finding a place to go to the bathroom (and this answer varies from person to person), figuring out where you will sleep that night.

It is hard work and it is stressful, but it's pretty simple.

Your job is not (necessarily?) to go to your office, answer calls, write sermons and bulletins (in my case), or be a super busy undergrad with midterms and life (in Will's case), or if you have people you tend to, to keep on tending.

Ergo, I am beginning to miss the bike tour.  If you're a pal on Facebook, you get to see the photos that I've been uploading.  Here are a few to give you a sense of our start in Washington.  I don't know when Will and I are going to get together to write stories, but I know that we should.  That's what people who have many Life Experiences have been telling me.  (In fact, I presided over a burial yesterday, and the deceased's lawyer said as much.)

A lot of this kind of action

We camped a lot.  Here we are, the night before we began our biggest climb of the whole trip.

So there you go.  Back to work-like activities.