a word from bri

The Utopia-esk e-mail that I had planned to be this one, portraying the fabulousness of our trip, emphasizing that beyond the confines of our towns, community and television sets, there awaits strangers, and a world that is beyond beautiful to the eye of a wiley traveler, to be seen and discovered. That e-mail has been cast aside by a more thrilling account of my "crash."
Although I have a liking for theatrics, I kid you not, this is how it, or rather I "went down." September 17th, we chose the scenic route of Hwy. 30 to make our way through Idaho...not only to follow the bends and twists of the snake river, but to devour the deliciousness at the local Buhl Creamery. (On a side not, when people ask if we have a cause to our expedition, I'm tempted to respond that we're mapping out the dairy stops, ice cream specifically, between Louisiana and Oregon.) ...Hwy. 30 was idyllic, farmland stretched as far as the eye could reach. Aside from the occasional inhalation of methane gas due to ample cow dung, the set was breathtaking. As the day progressed and the sun was at its peek we climbed the last hill out of the valley, knowing interstate 84 was next. Leading the way I instinctively followed signs reading 84 West-nearing the onramp, it was clear that there was a blockade due to some interstate-al construction...this never having stopped us before, I proceeded to the blockade...
The wind pushed against me as I coasted downhill to the looming orange monsters that blocked the road...it was all too late that I noted the matching orange line that clothes-lined me at top speed...my bike went crashing to the ground, followed by the huge orange tubes- I used my god-given agility to fling myself off my bike and somehow landed on my feet. My "Morphe Turbo-master blast pump" received the most damage followed closely by my forearms...where to this moment are still bruised and stinging from rope burn. A little bewildered, I looked to Lyndsie for sympathy only to find raging laughter as she recounted "Bri as a bowling ball." I texted my boyfriend who sent me kisses through the phone which cured most of my ailments...(something none of you care to hear about I'm sure.) I sort-of, kind-of chuckled and after taking photos (of course) got back on my bike and proceeded towards the horizon.