Where’s Lucky?
This is me and Claire at a place called Colorado, not many days after Bob and Claire found me in the road in Arizona. They said this is a mountain pass. I don’t know what a pass thing is, but I think it is a high place. I know people on bicycles breathe hard and sweat when they go there. I know this pass was cold and wet and Claire put me under her coat. I’m that lump in her front. See me? She was shaking. Bob said we were training for some other pass things in China that would be more high, and maybe even colder. I hope not.
Claire said we get on an airplane soon, and it will take us to China so we can pedal to Shangri-la. I’m a little nervous about an airplane. Claire tried to teach me some Chinese, but I don’t know much. Bob knows even less. Claire says he’s hopeless. I don’t know what that is, but he agrees he’s hopeless.
Claire says I should thank all of the people that are sending them good wishes and prayers. I think a lot of people are visiting Bob’s computer tonight because he’s busy doing stuff on it. I wonder how far it is to China on an airplane? Claire says she got me a window seat. Bob says it will be almost three days before we get there, because of something called the International Date Line. My fluff head is getting tired with all this thinking. It’s time for me to go to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.
