This was the first long ride of the trip. The roads were well-paved and quiet, and I noticed why I love cycling. After months of planning and working on the fundraiser, days of packing and preparing to be away, a long day of traveling, and a day of organizational activities and riding to the Pacific, it was finally the first long ride eastward. Aside from the important fact that Ann isn’t here, it was like being at home: sitting on that familiar saddle, clipping into those pedals, holding onto those handlebars, pedaling down a peaceful road, and feeling the wind against my face and entire body. In many moments of such a ride, it’s simply enough in every way just to be there.