So, apparently, and unbelievably, I am about to do this, on a bicycle.
I can’t really believe it either. I am happy it’s a couple weeks away, and believe me, I am enjoying the hell out of every night remaining that I get to sleep in my own bed.
Here’s the plan. K and M and I fly to Minnesota. We drive to North Dakota, where we have a small graveside ceremony for my grandmother (with the rest of my family), then drive back to Minnesota, to a lake resort near where I spent every summer as a kid. It’s not my lake, or my lake cottage, for that matter, but I am a little excited. I loved spending summers at the lake.
After a few days, M and I fly north to meet M’s boyfriend, A, and then we set out for points north.
I am having a hard time believing that this will really happen, but it seems, as we move forward, that it will.