The day of days is nearly here and holy god is it hot out. The heat index today is 108 degrees, and it's easily the hottest I can ever remember it being in Boston over the last 7 or 8 years I've lived here. Tomorrow when we kick off the trip shouldn't be too much better, but the heat is supposed to break by Sunday for our ride into Rhode Island.
While the last week has been broiling us alive, Erin and I and Dustin downstairs have been packing, loading, and dismantling the house, giving away, selling, or donating everything we can't take with us. It's been a mile a minute, and we hadn't had a second to register what we've actually been doing until now in the empty house. As I write this I'm sitting on the bare floor of my living room with nothing but a few dust bunnies dancing around on the hardwood to be seen. It's the first time in 8 months that I've said, "Holy crap, everyone was right. We are insane." It's been tough and emotional saying goodbye to so many friends and loved ones here in Boston, but it's time to move on and time to embark on an adventure that has me wildly excited, nauseous, and scared out of my mind all at the same time. To everyone in town that we leave behind: Thanks for everything, and be certain that our paths will cross again soon and I hope you'll all follow our progress.
So, as far as our biking preparations go, Dustin drove our bikes down to Sandwich today in his parents' truck, and Ben and Mandi will be rendezvousing with us down there tonight. We'll have a big dinner, a ton of packing, unpacking, and repacking of our panniers as we make last minute arrangements of our gear, alot of talking about tomorrow, some bike maintenance as we tighten the screws and grease the chains, and, probably, a fitful night's sleep. I, or someone else, will get a packing list up on the blog for you all to check out sometime soon. Expect updates and pictures from tomorrow in the next few days. Wish us luck and bon voyage Boston.