about this journal
I took my first bike trip in 1982. I journaled it, but since there were no computers at the time I used an old fashioned pen and paper. The pieces of paper I wrote on were typically squares slightly larger than your palm, although I sometimes used the smallest spiral notebook I could find. When I finished my trip, I tucked them away in a folder in my file cabinet for a few decades.
I eventually pulled them out and found that the paper had aged and wasn't in the greatest shape... it was discolored and sometimes even falling apart, so I transcribed it onto my computer, or at least what I could read.
Most of it was legible, but my writing "style" (if you can call it a style) was to write now-cryptic phrases and separate everything with a slash.
You'll be happy to know that 90% of the original got culled because, really, who wants to know about when I "ate figs" or that I ate "got up to P and drink OJ?" I also changed it into narrative, and filled in the blanks from my memory of what happened.
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The challenge is to recall what those phrases mean. Fortunately, even after forty years, just reading a few words opened up a galaxy of memories. Most of it easily floated back up to the surface.... the faces, the scenery, the conversations, the heat, the cold, the exhilaration, the insecurity....
the Adventure.
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It's interesting that you spent less on a hotel room on May 29 than you did on "blank tapes" on June 1st.
Or was the $9.75 for your portion of the bill of a room you shared with another rider?
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