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After three weeks on the road, traveling through different countries and cultures, I was still waking up in the middle of the night, addled by dreams, confused by my surroundings, having forgotten I was home again. I would blink in the darkness, staring into shadowy corners until my eyes adjusted and I recognized my own bedroom. For days I struggled to adjust, my mind and imagination still filled with the people and places I’d seen, my body on a different schedule.
Finally, lured by a spectacular sunset, I got on my bicycle. I needed the exercise and the distraction. I rode through the park and formal gardens near my house, maneuvering around the people who were out for an evening stroll, who were admiring the spring growth, stopping to look closely at plants, reading the name on the placards identifying them before moving on.
I navigated neighborhood streets, crossed a bridge over a busy arterial and then pulled up at a popular overlook to take a photo of the city below me. It was just beginning to glow in the twilight and traffic lights looked like a necklace of red and green stones stretching north toward the mountains.
As I made my back home I passed a house that seemed to be filled with music, the vibrant sounds of Beethoven pouring out into the spring evening through open windows. Around another corner I caught the smell of wet paint and through a window I could see a man rolling onto the wall a fresh coat of clean white paint. I passed a pair of teenagers sitting on the hood of a car parked on the street, their heads close together as they talked to one another. Farther down the street a big tabby cat stared out a window, his eyes following me as I rode past.
When I finally pedaled up my driveway and pulled into my garage, I felt calmer and realized the ride had soothed whatever it was inside me that had been so jangled. I was finally home.
No matter what takes me to some place far away—the bargain-basement airfare, the invitation, the assignment—I make an effort treat each trip to each new place like it will be the last. Like I will never return. I want to see it all while I can. I want to hear what people are saying, taste the food, drink the wine, sniff the air and find the pulse. Open your eyes, open your ears, I tell myself. Don’t miss a thing.
But so often at home, I move through my day like an automaton, oblivious to the place that owns me, driving with blind eyes down familiar streets, through familiar neighborhoods, past familiar landmarks. I put my feet on the floor in the morning and, leading with my chin, push through the day.
That’s my loss. What makes any city exciting or interesting is its people; the countless ordinary lives lived each ordinary day. I had to travel around the world, and then around the block, to remember that.
Cheryl-Anne Millsap is a freelance writer based in Spokane, Washington. In addition to her Spokesman-Review Home Planet and Treasure Hunting columns and blogs and her CAMera: Travel and Photo blog, her essays can be heard on Spokane Public Radio and on public radio stations across the country. She is the author of “Home Planet: A Life in Four Seasons” and can be reached at email@example.com
Drew Bledsoe, of Bend, Ore., the former Washington State QB who went on to become a Pro Bowler with the New England Patriots, experienced an unhappy visit to Coeur d'Alene over the Labor Day weekend. Bledsoe's $5000 (originally listed as $7000 in the police report) “Santa Cruz” model bicycle was stolen from the 1000 block of East Front Avenue while he and his family were dining out with friends Sunday night. Bledsoe didn't notice the bike missing until early Monday afternoon. According to a Coeur d'Alene police report, Bledsoe said that a cable lock had been used to lock his bicycle with two others. The thieves took only his bike. The bike has a large frame and is black carbon in color with an “All Seasons” sticker near the crank case. (AP file photo: Drew Brees of New England passes against Green Bay in the 2002 AFC championship game.)
From his perch above downtown Coeur d’Alene, Don Sausser spotted a bearded man pushing his overloaded bicycle along First Street. Don said that the bike appeared to have “the contents of a motorhome on a two-wheeler.”
I rode Black Velvet to work this morning. That’s the name my wife has given to the Giant bike that she bought me for my birthday last November. She calls her bike Silver Streak. Smooth rides. As I mentioned in a weekend Wild Card, I took it out for a test drive during the weekend, down and around the waterfront. As long as the days are nice, I plan to ride the bike to and from work this week and beyond — to burn off 1908 calories per week (not counting weekends). I used this calculator to figure out how many calories will come of the waist line by riding to work.
Question: Do you name your vehicles, motored or leg-powered ones?
Item: Life in the bike lane: City of Coeur d’Alene considers major changes on 15th Street/Tom Hasslinger, Coeur d’Alene Press
More Info: Re-centering, re-striping, adding bike lanes and a traffic signal, and doing away with parking. The city of Coeur d’Alene is considering some major changes on 15th Street from Sherman Avenue to Interstate 90, including adding bicycle lanes to both sides of the street on the popular riding route. To put in the lanes, the city would re-center and re-stripe the median, which hugs closer to the west side of the street than the east on portions of the road. The change would include taking away all parking on the east side of the street in that stretch.
Question: What else would you like to see Coeur d’Alene and other Kootenai County cities do to make them more bike friendly?