Truth. Beauty. Goodness. and Thanksgiving…. I present to you the themes that have surrounded us out here on the road over the past couple days. We were welcomed, with open arms, into the home of Fred & Lucy, two of the loveliest people, honestly, that I’ve ever met, making a life for themselves on a slice of heaven just outside the small town of Quincy, Florida. Their home, and their family’s organic farm, rests on over 400 acres of magical forest. The guest house on this property was our home for 36 hours, and the love poured on us by these beautiful people was fully overwhelming. Plans to pay it forward are already in the works…

Thanksgiving 2010. On the road. Off the grid. Away from home. Different than any other Thanksgiving I’ve ever experienced. I rode my bicycle 68 miles today, over the course of 9 hours, and in almost complete silence. The sounds of families playing and laughing filled the air around me as we zig zagged down country roads. And I had time to think. All the time in the world. In the silence. In my head. Churning over all that I am thankful for. And I found in this silence that the less that I have, the more I appreciate. The simple commodity of a hot shower, for example… something that I take for granted at home when it’s always just steps away… is a receiver of major gratitude. A safe place to make camp in the evening. A warm sleeping bag. Food. Water. Friends. A real live Thanksgiving dinner gifted from some new friends at camp (thanks Rhonda & Lisa!). I’m thankful for Garrett, the best traveling companion a girl could ask for, honestly. And I am thankful for a huge family who has continued to support and love me through all of my wild ideas and adventures. A family who took the time to teach me right from wrong. A family who taught me how to love. How to really love. For this I am eternally grateful.

It’s interesting what we find in the silence…. and as Americans, I’m not sure that we spend enough time there. It will be this silence that I seek when this journey comes to a close. We have only five days of riding before we dip our tires into the Atlantic Ocean in St. Augustine and call it done. It’s hard to believe. And yet, as cliche as it may sound, I honestly feel that the end of this journey is only the beginning of something even greater… and that, my friends, is truly exciting. I cannot wait to see the butterfly that is born of this grand adventure.