On the Road … Yet Again

So we finished up the biking trip, with great success. The hubs climbed the highest peak on the whole path across the country, Hoosier Pass, in great time. He also grew quite the goatee by not shaving for three weeks. I’m really proud of him! For biking up over 11,000 feet, not for growing facial hair.

The highest point on the whole cross country trip.

One would think that after climbing such a huge mountain he might talk about it in his sleep that night. However, he did not. He did laugh maniacally for a few minutes, but that’s pretty normal.

The day after we got back from our epic bike trip I headed off to the east coast to take a class for my masters. So, I had to leave the hubs behind to take care of the dog, which he does not seem to mind at all.

So we are apart for a bit, and I do not know what he is saying in his sleep this week. I wish I was home to fill you in on all the funny things he is saying, but soon. Just a few more days and I will be back to the hubs and the dog, and we will be all together as a family again, just like it’s supposed to be.

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Home, Home on the Range

Home, home on the range! Where the deer and the antelope play!

We’ve seen lots and lots of deer and antelope on the range the past few days as we’ve been chugging across the great state of Wyoming.

This is neither a deer, nor an antelope. It’s an elk crossing the road in front of us. We’ve seen lots of those on the range, too.

This is also neither a deer, nor an antelope. It’s a dog who’s happily staying at the in-laws’ house. I’m afraid that after being gone so long on the bike trip she won’t even remember who I am. I’ve thought about asking them to hold her up so that I can Skype with her, but that’s probably a little excessive, so I’ve refrained.

I’ve always liked that song about the range, and as we travel across Wyoming I see what they’re talking about.

Home, home on the range! Where the deer and the antelope play. And seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day!

I always thought this song was saying that the word “seldom” was a discouraging word that, for some reason, was always heard on the open range. It was not until I was in college that I finally realized that it meant that discouraging words are rarely heard on the range. I was a little slow on the uptake there.

More things that I didn’t figure out until way after I should have:

  • You don’t have to use only old bread when making french toast. The hubs is convinced my mom told me this because she did not want to make french toast as much as I asked for it.
  • At weddings when they say, “Speak now, or forever hold your peace,” it doesn’t mean that you should be quiet lest you lose your piece of pie. I was in my twenties before I figured that one out.
  • The old hymn actually says, “Oh, come, King eternal,” not, “Oh, come, kinky turtle.”

One thing that I will probably never figure out is what the hubs was talking about in his sleep this past week. We had a rest day planned one day this week, which meant we got to sleep in for a change. Of course, no one told my internal clock, so I woke up at 4:30 am, ready for another day of driving while he biked. While I stared at the clock, not believing that it was still saying 4:35, the hubs started to talk in his sleep.

Hubs: I think it’s, it might at least, going to blow up.

Me: Hmm…you awake, too?

Hubs: The volcano…there it is.

Me: Ugghh… why can’t you be awake like me?

Hubs: Yeah… it might.

Then he didn’t say anything else, and I resumed my futile attempts to sleep for a few more hours.

The hubs has another week of biking along out west, so who knows if he will talk any more in his sleep. I am fairly confident, however, that I will rarely know what on earth he is talking about when he does.

Moving Right Along

We are still on the road, with the hubs biking along over the mountains.

Traveling with the hubs is very fun, but the time zone changes mess up our sleep schedules. When we go to bed, it is still practically broad daylight. And then I wake up at 5:30 am, bright eyed and bushy tailed, wondering why the cafe is still closed and not ready to make me some breakfast.

One of the good things about the hubs going to bed so early, even though the sun is still up, is that he gets lots of rest and can recuperate from his day of biking. With all of this sleeping, he talked some in his sleep this week.

Earlier this week the hubs was asleep, and I was sitting in bed reading. Since it was still light out and the hotel room was bright as day, I figured I might as well try to adjust to the time change. The hubs all of the sudden propped himself up on his elbow and started talking loudly.

Hubs: 200!

Me: What, buddy?

Hubs: Did you hear that? 200!

Me: Yes, I heard. 200 what?

Hubs: No big deal.

Me: Ok. 200 what, though?

Hubs (flopping down again): Nothing for you to worry about. No big deal.

Then he didn’t say anything else.

I don’t know what 200 meant in his dream… the number of times we’ve crossed the squiggly continental divide? The number of bison we have seen this week? The number of Fig Newtons the hubs has eaten while biking? Who knows! But I do know that we’re having a great time and I’m very proud of him biking along!

On the Road Again

The hubs and I are currently in Montana, plugging away at his goal of biking across the country.

The hubs likes biking across this beautiful part of the country. Personally, I like this view. Heehee.

The hubs gets tired with all of the biking, so has not been talking in his sleep. And I sleep soundly because of the hiking and traveling, so I don’t think I would wake up, even if he was chatting into the night.

Therefore, I don’t have anything funny to share about the hubs’ sleep talking. In a great switch, I have a story about MY sleep talking. Yes, that’s right – I have done things in my sleep. Only a handful of times in my whole life, but one of those times was just a few weeks ago.

I woke up sitting up in bed with the hubs holding my wrists talking to me, telling me it’s ok and to calm down. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew that I was MAD. Really, really mad.

Me (waking up and being very mad): What’s going on? What are you doing?

Hubs (speaking soothingly): It’s ok, you’re ok.

Me: I’m not ok! Why are you holding my wrists?!

Hubs: It’s ok, Sweetie. Just calm down.

Eventually the hubs calmed me down enough to explain that he woke up to me smacking him in the back. Really whacking him, hard as I could. So, he grabbed my arms and tried to calm me down, and that’s when I woke up, mad as a hornet. I don’t know what I was dreaming about, but something in my dreams had my temper awfully riled up.

After doing something so bizarre in my sleep, I can never get upset at the hubs for talking in his sleep!