After nearly talking this thing to death, we rolled out of Houston on Easter Sunday. The symbolism is not lost on us.
We were a bundle of nerves last night, neither of us slept much. Years of planning have brought us to this moment, standing outside our friends’ house saying goodbye, after a whirlwind week of home and car sales and getting rid of our last possessions.
A big thank you to our friends Julie and Akshay for letting us crash at their place during the first few days of our homelessness. You guys are the best!
In some ways though, it was anticlimactic, like any other bike ride. Except our bikes are heavier and we didn’t turn around to go home.
We were fortunate to be on a few bike paths leading us out of Houston. We were passed by a number of other cyclists with their skinny tires and aerobars. One of them sped by and said “For a sec I though ya’ll were on horses!” These bikes are lumbering beasts, more like water buffalo than horses though.
Thankfully, our route was entirely flat. But still, my legs started feeling it about halfway through the 51 miles we covered today. And wow, we are slow! With an average of 8.3mph, I have friends who could have probably run here faster.
The weather forecast called for rain and toward the end of the day the sky began to threaten but we rolled into the campground dry, in Mother Nature’s warm embrace. However, she must have thought her duty to us was finished because not more than 10min after we arrived at our campsite, the heavens opened. We had just enough time to set up the tent and throw our bags and ourselves inside. Now we’re lying in here dozing, waiting for the storm to pass.