After four weeks on the road, today we watched our odometers roll over to mile 1,000.  Of course, Gaby and I stopped and did a little victory dance and hugged and congratulated each other—for 2 people who didn’t know much about cycling a month ago, it sure feels like a great accomplishment.

It happened on a beautiful, sunny afternoon in Montana while riding along a valley and, appropriately enough, as we were crossing a bridge over a beautiful river.  I say it is a beautiful way to hit this milestone, Gaby will say, “everything happens as it should.”