If your entire day was a hill, what would you have waiting for you at the top?

Each day, we have a question of some sort to think about during our ride. They range from the ridiculous (if you could have one liquid coming out of each finger, what would your ten liquids be?), to the more thoughtful (what makes America for you?).

Today's was just a bit too appropriate because the day was hill-ridden, with an excess of wind and potholes. My butt is incredibly sore; let's just say it was the wrong day to choose tri-shorts instead of the more padded biking ones.

But, we finally conquered the 95 miles, and I have to say - it was a beautiful ride. Ridiculously painful, but absolutely gorgeous.

Tomorrow we have another 90+ day to get into Dallas, where we'll crash and then spend the next day building. I'm excited to stay in one place for two nights, and I can't wait to see what we'll be doing on the build site.

This trip is amazing; I never want to re-enter the real world. I miss playing the flute and having music be an integral part of my life, but this life-in-transition is definitely suiting me right now. I get frustrated with the lack of privacy (32 people around you all the time), and of course I look forward to lunches that stray from different varieties of peanut butter and jelly, but all in all, everything is perfect. I learn more about myself and our world every day - our country and her landscape, and all the different types of people that I never before opened up my eyes enough to notice.

At the top of my hill? My dog [that I miss so much I hardly ever let myself think about her] with Phil, the best friend I'll ever have. I'm happy now; I'm happy with who I am and what I'm doing - overall, but especially this summer - but sometimes I still mourn for things that are lost. There isn't any harm in that, I don't think. I'm not living in the past, but just appreciating what I had and knowing why I'm still searching.

What's at the top of your hill?