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.
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!