Sunday I crossed over the mighty Mississippi Riverleaving behind the deep southern states, 15,000 feet of hill climbing and over a thousand miles. as I travel I meet wonderful and unique people however they all have similar questions for me. Where….from… to… WHAT??…WHY??….HOWWW LONG?? You should see the reactions. As far as distance goes, I tell them that I don’t have to get to Alaska today, I just have to get to that next curve, (I point…they look). Little daily milestones keep me going and just when I think I’m not getting anywhere, I look back and think it all went by too quickly. This week I’ll be crossing the Ozark Mountains and I can test out my Alabama climbing basic training that I put myself through. Route 84 through Alabama, The El Camino Trail, is a logging road that other bikers avoid because of the unending hills and logging truck traffic, good to know now.