A good trade.
The long bike ride was wonderful! Amazing! I forgot my camera cable, but when I get home I’ll put up a big gallery of photos. I rode long, rode hard, rode until my body questioned my reasoning, and then some. Seattle to LA then from there I hopped a plane to Alaska! What a trade! Los Angeles is a pretty gross place from what I could tell… Damn happy to be at home. Since the plane landed it has been wonderful! All that you would expect from coming home, Mom’s cooking (pie… mmm…), running into old friends, and the settling comfort that lets you know you’re at home. Rain is falling in the city, but it’s taken a far more solid form up in the mountains, a muting white blanket covering my old home and the Flat topped mountain it sits on. As for me I’m reliving past lives, sitting solemn in the coffee shop that once employed me. I’ve spent way too many 6ams right here, mixing up mama’s medicine under gray winter mornings. This one is no different, except now the familiar faces that once sat behind the bar are gone, replaced by kindly strangers, and I am free to sit alone watching the junkies come and go.
Tonight I’ll be standing on a stage that I’ve seen a hundred shows on pedalin’ shred at the local Warren Miller showing, and afterpartying at Humpy’s bar, across the street. If you’re in Anchorage I hope you come by, it should be a rootin’ tootin’ good time.
love,
cody
