3 – Susquehana to Baltimore – 60 – 244.3

Changing into your cycling kit proves to be quite the challenge when you are waking up to a little bit above freezing temperatures and little standing room, let alone headroom in your little bivy sack. What with multiple layers and arm warmers, leg warmers, jackets, outerlayers, base layers, mid layers, vests, sock, second pair of socks, you would be surprised how anyone gets dressed in the morning to hit the road with a ritual like this, but once out of the sleeping bag, packed up after a few jumping jacks to get the engine started, the road was in front of me and the sun on my face and the wind on my back. Remove a layer here and there and the mileage continues. Today, about 60 miles with half of those on route 40. A busy route with a generous shoulder, but plenty of construction and debris. 

I was greeted into the suburbs of Baltimore with some beautiful trail ways and bike lanes that made their way downtown, weaving into and out of parks along the way. 

I was fortunate enough to have Brian on my side upon my arrival at 3pm, with energy and curiousity fit for a man on a mission to travel the world. What surprised me was that he actually had not traveled much, instead, he feels as though he has seen the world through the eyes of many a traveler whom has made their Baltimore stop on their journeys at Brian’s welcoming home. His attention to detail and storytelling makes you wonder, why travel at all if all begins with your outlook and curiousity in your own backyard? 

It reminds me of a quote from The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton,

“Why be seduced by something as small as a front door in another country? Why fall in love with a place because it has trams and its people seldom have curtains in their homes? However absurd the intense reactions provoked by such small (and mute) foreign elements may seem, the pattern is at least familiar from our personal lives. There, too, we may find ourselves anchoring emotions of love on the way a person butters his or her bread, or recoiling at his or her taste in shoes. To condemn ourselves for these minute concerns is to ignore how rich in meaning details may be.”