And the music played on

Every day has a beginning, a middle and an end.  You can be almost certain as to how each day on tour will begin, you can be nearly as sure as to how it will end, but what happens in the middle we are reminded time and again, is anything but predictable.  Our day on the road yesterday being no exception to that rule.  

And today?  We roll on. All arrived safe into camp at the end of the day, dinner was served as everyone  reflected on the day, each woven together by the intertwined events of the day.  The tour was a unified entity.  There were no distractions, or any events more pressing, than the well being of all.  Chatter rolled on past sunset, none disappearing off to bed in any great hurry, and what could be more perfect than a campfire to let the evening roll on.  Well, we didn’t have a fire, but we did have a treat even more perfect; Steve and his guitar.  As some riders trickled off to their tents, the rest sat around, sang loudly, laughed in each others company, shaking the remains of the day away.

Today the tour rolled on.  The race for today was cancelled, allowing all with the freedom to ride with who they choose, take their time and enjoy the ride.  Acting class was back on at 4:00pm courtesy of Bastien, Yoga at 5:00 with Kendra, some choosing to head straight to the pool side, and others are in town enjoying  cold beers and ice cream.

Tomorrow morning we say goodbye to winter here in the Northern Hemisphere and hello to summer in the south.   See you on the other side.  

   — Adele Woodyard