My brother said it best. “Be alone till you find someone who actually gives a shit about you.” It’s been a long wait but very worth it. The island was pure magic yesterday. Her first bike ride since she was a child ended with huge burgers and ice cold draft beers. Today we dropped a King Kong sized fortune on two brand spanking new Surly Karate Monkeys. The 1700 mile Baja Divide is the icing on the cake if my broken down body can make it to the Mexican border from here. My favorite answer has always been yes and these days there is no shortage of the Y word.
In a perfect world we’ll ride to Baja, be back in time to do an early spring bikepacking trip through the Black Hills followed by a sailing trip up the inside passage starting in early May. Sookie is almost ready and will be more or less fully stocked before we pedal out of dodge. I’ve secured a small cabin and gainful employment for everything inbetween. I’ve never really been one to make plans so this is more of a beats the hell out of working daydream but all the stars are aligned for the Year of the Monkey.
There’s no time to train with everything for the trip being special ordered so again it will be trial by fire for both of us. Sookie gets hung up in a few weeks as we transition into tent life and try and scramble all of our minimalist gear together for the first leg of this expedition sized journey. Again the approach will be minimalist in every way. The new gearing will be 1×11 with rigid forks and 3 inches of tubeless rubber to cushion the ride on 650b wheels. Mechanical disc brakes and no panniers will shape a complete new wardrobe from Relevate Designs.
There is far too much going on right now to get into everything that has transpired recently but that gear list should start to add up real soon as will another link page about how this is all being put together but today I actually have the day off and have far better things to be doing other than sitting in the library.
From the log of Sookie. Let the music play…