Pushing myself up some winding, forested roads over the big pile of hills that stand between the Interurban bike trail and my first stop of Tacoma, hauling roughly 70 pounds of gear, I was able to conceptualize exactly how out of shape I am. Which is not terribly – but bad enough that I’d be laying low here for a few days even if I didn’t have some last projects to finish up before I can take my leave of human society as I’ve known it. Even if I didn’t have a beautiful girlfriend here, who I am mad enough to part with in order to pursue this whacky vision quest. She knew when she met me that I was on a countdown to launch, but that doesn’t necessarily make it easier for her, nor does it mean I haven’t thought of hiding in her living room and orchestrating the rest of the trip as if I were faking the Apollo moon landings.
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