When I got back to my bike on September 18, I didn’t know what to expect. Physically, I was a bit out of shape, but that didn’t worry me. The riding always gets you in shape. It was the mental space I wasn’t sure I was prepared for.

My bicycle journey. I write about and speak about it like it’s a grand adventure. Really it’s just a series of moments.

It's overwhelming to try to write about my travels. There is simply too much to say. I want to share my journey, in the hope that it might mean something to others, but when I sit down to write, I get stuck. I trust that, in time, various creative expressions will arise naturally out of this journey. For now, I'd like to share a few observations.

When I was finally old enough to undertake my own adventures, there began a long period of trial and error. Mostly error.