I like routines. The familiar feels good. Vacations are a great way to break out of ruts, but it's also nice when they end. After a certain amount of time, most anyone can grow tired of living out of a bag and adjusting to strange schedules and new places. A couple of weeks is usually enough for me.
I'm looking forward to climbing on my bike in the morning and riding the route to my office. I'm curious to see if the bike path is still busy with new bike commuters. I want to watch for the beaver that lives at Taku Lake.
And I'm eager to get back on local trails with friends I like to ride with.
Maybe that's one of the greatest things about vacations; the way they remind a person of why home is so great. Our road trip to Canada took us through 1,967 miles of great country, but the last couple of hundred were among the best—and reminded me that I live in my favorite part of Alaska.
Now it's time to ride it.