New Haven

In the air I'm nervous. This is a first for me. I feel suddenly like a small town girl, entirely out of her element. The clouds and their shadows patchwork the sea, as we glide over endless green to a safe landing. I assemble my bike, go for a run, and enjoy my fellow rider's sheik, Ivy League style. Being from the West, I'm a novelty. They are curious, but I'm preoccupied with the task ahead. Is it possible? Will we actually make it to Seattle? I can't wait to get on my bike and start the ride, tires dipped in the Atlantic.