Then I moved onto the geography, or is it geology, of the stunningly gorgeous area where we rode. I know the Missoula Floods carved the canyons along the gorge as the ice age was ending, and delivered the rich soil we now enjoy in the Willamette Valley. I started thinking about water seeking its level and that I might create some metaphor about cyclists seeking their level.
Then, this morning, as I mounted my bike, with the rack and load removed, I marveled at how light it felt. You get used to the heavy baggage you carry until somehow it offers a certain comfort. When you finally drop that weight, the lightness feels foreign and even hard to handle. And that's where I ended up.