Saturday, June 18, 2011

By this time tomorrow...

...I hope to be about halfway to Petersburg while listening to Bill Bryson read In a Sunburned Country. I also hope that my bike will not have fallen off the back of my car, since the rack wasn't made with my car in mind evidently, and I'll be triple checking the straps every time I stop.


...I will have remembered at least one thing that I forgot to pack even though I've obsessively checked and rechecked my mound of supplies. Hopefully the forgotten item will turn out to be something relatively easy to replace.

Fig 1: Pile of Supplies



...I will begin to think about what I'm going to get for lunch and that will in turn make me wonder what the devil I'll do for dinner and I'll have time to pick up food items. That will make me wonder if I'll be able to find a decent grocery store (I already checked; there is no Trader Joe's for 50 miles). Then a whole host of other speculations, concerns, and hopes will come to mind, which I will have to silence by listening to Mr. Bryson wax sarcastic about Australia.

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