My biggest adventure did not involve a bicycle. On March 6, 2001 Susan and I shouldered our backpacks and walked to the peak of Springer Mountain, Georgia. On Springer we took in the view, took a few pictures, took a few deep breathes, and took our first steps north. For the next six months we continued north until we reached the summit of Mount Katahdin. Six months of hard days, incredible experiences, and the time of our lives. By breaking out of my comfort zone I found how to feel completely free and have experiences I thought I’d never have.
A spur to my pondering…