We had just returned from a three-month backpacking adventure in Asia. We had sold most of our belongings to do the trip and now were sitting in the kitchen talking to Helle’s parents about our future. We didn’t know the answers to their questions, just that we felt like we were not ready to settle. We didn’t want another adventure on the scale of the one we had had in Asia, but we did want to start thinking about that illusive future that they were asking us about.
One day while working on the farm I went into the workshop to scavenge a part for the manure spreader and saw our bicycles sitting, dust covered, in the corner. We had saved them from the pre-Asian garage sale. I had done a two-week bicycle trip in Poland the year before with a friend of mine, and so I had bags and they were crumpled up in a box beside the bikes. We had a little money left from the Asian trip and a little time on our hands before Helle had to make a decision about school in the fall. Hmm…
Published on February 22, 2021 19:46