These Times

Two weeks ago, I saw a couple in their 60s or 70s park their gear-laden bicycles on the sidewalk in front of a business near the Journal. I hurried outside and asked where they were bicycling to.

“Patagonia,” the man said.

“Patagonia?” I replied.

Do you mean the Patagonia that’s at the tip of South America?

“Yes,” he replied.

“We started in Prudhoe Bay, Alaska,” the woman said.

The two had mischievous and adventuresome smiles.

It hadn’t occurred to me that if you’re biking from Prudhoe Bay to Patagonia, you go through Shelton. The things we learn every day …

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