Two days ago, we put the Blazer on the market, fully expecting the sale process to drag on until we just took the sign down and drove the thing home like it never happened.
One day ago, the Blazer was sold, paid for entirely in cash and notarized by a kid in a blue polo at the UPS store.
I would love to elaborate on the suspicions I harbor about the Blazer's new owner, particularly about the ease with which this gentleman was able to procure such a large sum of cash while simultaneously attempting to convince us to claim a lower price on the bill of sale for "tax purposes", but the UPS notary teen was able to encourage our buyer to behave properly (i.e. legally), so ruminating on gang affiliations would be in bad form.
So. That's that.
Here is a photo of Shelby being outrageous. It is meant to distract me from worrying about having sold the Blazer to the Latin Kings or the Sons of Anarchy or whomever else roams the good ol' RS.
In other news, our lovely weather has been obliterated by a fierce winter storm that is currently working its magic on neighborhood roofs and recycling bins. Consequently, my daily bicycle commute has become, sadly, a daily Yukon commute once more. Since obtaining my little Cannondale, I have found it entirely unnecessary to have to drive at all, forcing Christopher to do things like haul my groceries in his BOB trailer while I pedal innocently along behind him. It's been glorious. This snow, therefore, is ruining all of my fun. I missed my bike shoved up against the "professional reading and/or junk" shelf behind my desk today.
Of course, I should probably get used to frostbitten knuckles and slushy mud smears on my rear. Iceland is known for many things. Balmy weather is not one those things. From what I can gather, cycling Iceland will be about the same as cycling Wyoming right about now - unpredictable and windy. We are expecting temperatures no higher than 50 or so degrees, with chilly nights in the 30s, so our two person sleeping bag rectangle should come in handy for me to suck all the heat out of Christopher. I envision something similar to that weird flashback scene in that last Twilight movie Chris and I saw en lieu of an expensive dinner at a one-show theater in the Colorado mountains after a camping trip. You know, where the pale girl is spooning with the hot (literally, hot, as in heated, though this ability is unexplained) guy of Native American heritage while the pasty Albanian boy pouts at the mouth of a mountain cave. I'm the girl, and I think Chris will be the Albanian? I don't know. The simile is evading me now. I liked the part at the end where everybody was fighting and getting ripped apart, but I didn't like when it was all fake and nothing really happened. Buzz kill. Cute theater, though.
Also, Chris took pictures outside of the mountain town where the Twilight screening took place. See? You should buy his work.
Where was I? Sleeping arrangements, I think.
My rather limited reading on the subject of Icelandic camping has been somewhat rewarding. It appears that Iceland subscribes to the much more civilized version of camping that the rest of Europe proudly upholds. On the days that we manage to cycle far enough, Chris and I will be lucky enough to bunk down at campsites that almost universally boast hot showers, low prices, and other such unheard of luxuries. (Suck on that, American BLM land.) This does require that we are able to slog enough miles to get from place to place, though. I say "place" because Iceland, like Wyoming, does not have cities so much as it has pitstops. Judging by the maps and the sociological descriptions, Iceland is basically Wyoming with slightly more tectonic activity. Riding 40 miles doesn't necessarily get you anywhere in Iceland, so there will be days when accomplishing our miles will only find us in or on an empty something (most likely a glacier) for the night.
This is where the Twilight spooning, rectangular sleeping bag imagery comes back into play. Full circle, friends. I know what I'm doing.
I'll end with a shot of Chris and I riding sexily in Green River. Despite what it probably sounds like from the nonsense I spout on here, we really are putting ourselves through the ringer to get ourselves prepped for this adventure. Riding the perimeter of Iceland is kind of a big deal, as much as I downplay it to prevent myself from having a heart attack, and it is starting to sink in what our summer has in store. This leads me to a thought I've been having - does anyone know of a charity/institution/individual that would benefit from us taking donations for our mileage? In the same vein, do you think people would be interested in making donations for our mileage in the name of _______________? Some causes close to my heart are literacy, ADHD awareness, Asperger's/Austim awareness, and Prader-Willi Syndrome awareness. Thoughts? Lemmmmmmmmme know.
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