Our last morning of waking up in our dew covered tent I lay on my back staring at the ceiling. As I thought about all the places we had camped across the country I heard the foreboding rumble of thunder….
We cycled to True Grounds a funky coffee shop suggested by Katie a friend of Allison’s we were excited to meet. Allison herself is a triathlete; something both Jess and I would love to work towards. Katie, to put it…
There was a knock on the door of the guest house. Our host, Jeff, peaked in with a wide smile and two porcelain cups in hand. “Good morning would you two like some espresso?” he asked cheerfully. Jess and I…