A day before I left the United States, my mom (ever so conscious of my lightweight packing requirements) gifted me a palm-sized journal. On the first page, she wrote a quote from Hemingway: “It is good to have an end to a journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.” On a bike tour, the journey is the unknown of who you will meet, where you will sleep, what you will see and what you will eat. It’s the experiences that wouldn’t have happened if every last mile of your trip had been micromanaged—or, perhaps, it’s the experiences that happen despite micromanagement. It’s what happens between taking that first pedal stroke and returning home. It’s life. Unplanned, uncertain and, at times, uncomfortable. This is our journey.