Frustration. Rage. Anger. Resentment. Uncertainty. Sadness. And that was all before breakfast while in Ticonderoga waiting to see if Alison would be able to ride.
We have all had to deal with the reality of the situation in our own ways. Gus has really stepped up to the plate and agreed to help Alison sag for me and Sonia. He has really grown up this summer in so many ways, and I feel lucky to have seen it and to have been such a close part in it. Sonia has gotten on the bike for the last three days and has climbed some monster hills with me (and ALL without complaint!). She has kept her sense of humor and keeps telling me to keep my hands off the brakes on the downhill ("I've pedaled to the top and have earned the downhill!" she has told me several times). In fact, today we set our speed record of 52.75 mph! Tomorrow we have Kancamagus Pass. It may be a longer climb but I guarantee it will not be steeper than some of the hills we have already ridden, and with our gear. I hope the ice cream place rumored to be at the top is still there. I have dealt with the situation by trying to keep riding. This has been a family trip; that has been true since we started planning about two years ago. It isn't just about getting to the Atlantic. We have learned so much about each other as a family. But to be honest, it is also about getting to the end. And we will get there as a family. We will all dip our tires; we will all jump into the surf. We will all yell and scream and eat a last bowl of ice cream. We have all earned it, in spite of the MS, flat tires, wrong turns, occasional bruised egos, and a tantrum or two.