Day 1/Pt. 1: Virtue Cider!
I knew we shouldn’t have told the friendly party across the way that we planned on getting up and out bright and early. After no less than 5 hours rolling around restlessly yesterday evening, I finally caved and dug out my iphone for Game of Drones, in desperation to calm my anxious mind. I’m telling you people, if you’ve got a mad little tea party in your head constantly like I do, the Sleep With Me Podcast is awesomely boring in the perfect way.
So I relish in the doze and let Brandon get up to search for the coffee filters when I hear our cheery neighbor approach.
“You call this bright and early?” he asks.
I would grumble, except the man has come with a carafe of hot coffee and two mugs, so he must be a god of some sort, especially since we’re just about to realize that we’ve forgotten our filters. Thank you godman.
Our butts are sore, our legs are bit up and we stink up to high heaven, but nothing a little oatmeal and coffee can’t fix. In about an hour we’re on the road and I’m feeling positive…for awhile. But before an hour goes by I feel myself losing steam. You know when you give blood and as that pint drains from your body you start kinda losing your eyesight before you faint? That’s kinda how it felt as I started letting Brandon drag my legs around and around in a rhythmic circle. I had to admit something before I got myself thrown from that hard-ass saddle to the even harder-ass concrete.
I felt sad, weak, and incapable.
But what I wouldn’t give for a cold glass of cider…