love letter typewriter

About a week ago, Amanda wrote and emailed this letter to everyone in her address book. I've only cut & pasted the opening, but I thought it was worth sharing. She makes me proud. Enjoy.

In June, Mike and I went on a month long bike trip along the pacific coast between Santa Monica and Seattle. It was really great. I intended to write to everyone about it before now but I’ve been extremely busy since we’ve been back.

We biked over 1140 miles in 25 days. We slept in our sleeping bags under the stars in a different town every night. We biked up mountains, through pouring rain and into strong winds with all of our gear strapped to our bikes. The trip was extremely difficult and equally as rewarding. I laughed and I cried. I screamed at the hills in front of me from the top of my lungs. I swore up and down that I couldn’t do it. But I did. There were so many times when I wanted to give up and come home, but I’m so happy that I didn’t. We biked along the ocean and through the redwoods. We saw elephant seals and the golden gate bridge. We ate abalone (although we didn't know what it was). It was one of the greatest experiences of my life and I can’t wait to do it again.

Note, the 'title' for this post doesn't have all that much to do with the post - considering her letter isn't a "love letter" - but it is the name of a great & depressing song by 'Mineral'.