Just as I was about to retire to the rent for the night, another cyclist rolled into the park, his headlight cutting through the freshly fallen night. Billy's from Ohio, fresh out of high school and he's been riding his bike all summer long. I wish I had those kind of guts to do this trip when I was 18 but, I guess 26 isn't that much older.
It was a windy ride from point A to point B, about 70 miles total. The sun was shining and the sky never looked so blue behind the big splotches of pure white clouds cruising across the sky. Billy said the hills of golden wheat looked like Zen gardens, they sure were beautiful. Going into a store to buy weed fit right in with the surrealness of this whole trip.