January 16, 2018
Some background
2018 is a banner year in the Anderson family: we both fully retired recently; this summer will see our 30th anniversary; and we have just decided to sell our home and live primarily on the road on our bicycles for the next few years. It's a good time to look back again on where we started, and to finally publish the journal of our first significant tour together.
We kept a good journal of this tour, in all respects but one: none of the entries are dated. The title of the hand-written journal identifies it as a June tour, but we've always thought of it as a celebration of our first anniversary, which is on July 8th. Since I don't have the actual dates available, I've by default dated it to begin in June and end after our anniversary. Close enough for reminiscing on a journey that took place almost three decades ago- I’m sure it must be within two weeks of the actual dates. (An update: I placed the exact dates when I found a reference to Father's Day. I was only off by one day.)
Most of the journal is verbatim as it was written at the time. Occasionally I might interject with comments or insights from the present. When I do, I'll parenthesize and italicize them (like so).
To set our stage: we were just approaching our first anniversary. We met roughly 20 months earlier, at the office - Rachael had just hired on while I was down in the southwest on a solo bike tour from Cedar City to Flagstaff. We hit it off immediately, moved in together that winter, and bought Rachael's first adult bicycle in early summer. We were very much in love, and very exited to be taking an extended tour together: a roughly four week loop beginning and ending in Montreal. The original vision was to loop south through Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine; ferry across to Nova Scotia; and then bike back to Montreal. We were camping, and didn't have a set itinerary beyond the general vision.
Our household at the time consisted of our son Shawn, aged 17; one dog, Shasta, age 2; and four cats: Sabaki, 3; Cesar, Prufrock, and Kitty, ages unknown. Shawn was in Seattle with his mother for the summer, and I have no idea now what we did with the pets. Or maybe Shawn came down for the month and cared for them? Maybe it will come back to me while writing this up and talking it over with Rachael.
Here's the look of this motley crew at the time:
Scott, and his contributions to the new household:
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And from Rachael’s side of the partnership:
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Enough background - let the games begin!
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