Mile is a latin word. It comes from the Roman word mil, or 1000. A mile was the distance a legion of Roman soldiers could march with 1000 paces. A pace being the return to the same foot, or about two yards. Yesterday I completed a thousand miles, or a mil miles. The journey has been good for me, opening my eyes to the love and support of family and friends. It has also been a time to reflect on the fragile and transient nature of our life on Earth. I have pedalled past forgotten ruins, abandoned towns, and disintegrating homes. Just as we use the word mile without thought of Roman military maneuvers, the endeavors of our lives will soon be forgotten. The meaning that we derive from our lives must come from our inner satisfaction and relationships.
Today I was off with the sun, happy to leave an absolute dive motel. There was a climb over the 82 miles, but I had a partial tailwind to push me along. Van Horn isn't much of a town, but being the gateway to Big Bend Park, it is well supplied with accommodations. I always thought Texas was flat, but tomorrow has a real climb with a 6200 foot pass and 90 miles.