The Girl On Fire

For those of you that immediately caught The Hunger Games reference, kudos. Welcome to my blog. A lot of people understandably have questions about my "quarter-life crisis" and I figured this was as good a way as any to answer some of those questions. As one Generation X co-worker scoffed, "It's the millennial way and you'll probably make a million dollars." While I don't seek to profit from my upcoming adventure, attempting to keep track of my travels isn't a bad idea. So if you want to know what it's like for someone to figuratively set their life on fire and walk away amid an epic explosion, follow me.

So what the heck am I up to?

For those of you who don't already know, my plan is to attempt to bike from Bar Harbor, Maine to Anacortes, Washington along an established bike route called The Northern Tier. The route is approximately 4,240 miles on paved back country roads and takes an average of 50 days to complete. Yes, aside from my dog Dobby, I am going alone (sorry mom). Yes, I am completely unqualified for this trip, and I am terrified. I also believe fear should not affect your decisions. When something scares me, I like to walk right up to it and shake its hand. You ask "why," I reply "why not?"

I'm not a corporate escapee, tired of a fast-paced and unrewarding job. In fact, I loved my job as a zookeeper at the Bronx Zoo. I love the people I work with, and I will miss those insane individuals very much. I believe every person you come into contact with has something to teach you, and my coworkers were no exception.

Even though I enjoyed my job, and could see myself working there for many years, I had to admit to myself that there are other things I want to do and see before I have responsibilities that prevent it. A friend of mine introduced me to the idea of "bikepacking" which is basically like backpacking, but on a bike. So I will be loading down all my (and Dobby's) camping essentials on a bike and going forth into the great unknown. For more information on the logisitics of my trip, visit the gear page. 

Welcome to my blog, please avoid all figurative smoke and dust as the remnants of my life float back down to the earth, and feel free to pass me a wet blanket. For the flames.