A lot can change in a year.
Last summer a freshly-minted PhD microbiologist with fabulous hair mounted his aluminum-framed fuji bicycle and proceeded to pedal his way from Seattle, Washington to Steamboat, Colorado.
After a stimulating summer, that retired-at-the-age-of-27-scientist packed up his belongings in a one-way rental car and moved to Madison, Wisconsin in pursuit of becoming a Professional Master of Life Sciences Communication.
Two semesters and one mild Wisconsin winter later, our plucky hero has carved out a pretty comfortable existence in the fourth-friendliest state in America.
Although his pipetting muscles atrophied, and his hairstyle went corporate, he retained his razor-sharp wits, and insuppressible positive attitude.
As the academic year careened to a triumphantly chaotic conclusion, this grateful perpetual graduate student found himself facing a terrifying prospect: two weeks of totally unscheduled time before the beginning of his summer teaching gig.
For a terminally type-A productivity-junkie, empty to-do-lists lead to filled-out psychiatric intake forms. So, the spastic science writer arrived at a logical solution to his predicament.
When the going gets tough, the tough get going. And when Sam Million-Weaver has too much free time on his hands, he suits up in spandex and sets pedals spinning towards parts unknown.
On Sunday, May 15th I’m hopping on that lovely, newly acquired Trek 620, and hightailing it out of Madison in a generally northward direction. My dozen-day route circumnavigates the top three quarters of Lake Michigan. I will, as previously, be chronicling my madcap misadventures, so be sure to watch this space for glycogen-depleted random ramblings, and…of course…gratuitous amounts of cloudporn.
I’ll try to fit in a post before I depart describing my preparations. But, for now, I need to actually START getting my shit together before I can blog about my packing process.
May your tires be firm, your chains lubed, and the wind be ever at your rear!