Day one. 21 May, 1997. I left from my apartment door, locked it, and did not look back. What have I gotten myself into?!? My bike weighs 100 pounds (if you include the fanny pack I wear on my waist) and the gear fits mostly in four panniers. This "stuff" (plus food I pick up along the way) is all I will need for the next three months! And actually, I will mail 10 pounds back home, because when you are crossing the Continental Divide nine times, extra underwear seem like overkill... 1/2 :-)
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