Somehow Father Time did that elastic-band thing and stretched and morphed and we are no longer looking at lavender fields in France.

Instead, after spending hours in that suspended-animation/purgatory called airports, planes and time zones, we found ourselves in Canada instead.  Voila, Vancouver!

I have no idea what my body should be doing. Is it yesterday, today or tomorrow? But it doesn’t matter because I’m only looking at right now, right here.

I simply remember my sacred mantra if anyone tries to trip me up by telling me what time it “really” is. Whilst firmly shoving each index finger in the appropriate ear canal, I loudly repeat,”La, la, la, la!”

It’s a mature and classy approach. I highly recommend it.

Good thing that I’m fully present and accounted for, because tomorrow I will be meeting seven women at the Vancouver train station @ 5:30 a.m. to begin the 24th annual Tour of the Stupids.

We will take the Amtrak train to Portland, hang out at the Ace Hotel for three nights while cycling and walking and eating our way around Portland before we start cycling north toward Tacoma and our subsequent train back to Vancouver.

I will not be blogging while I am away for this next week. We are cycling without a support vehicle and there is no room for a computer in my panniers. I’ll have my iPhone if I need to check messages (so feel free to comment!) but other than that…I’ve decided to take the name of my blog to heart and practise Traveling Light.

I’m trying to remember the last trip I went on without a computer.

I can’t.

It’s been a long time. That sounds like reason enough right there.

It’s summertime. Time to unhook a little, disconnect and travel light. I guess this is my version of Lent.

Anyone else letting go of anything for the summer?