This past week, I had a 10-year reunion with the Teen Treks group I cycled across America with in 2008. Our leaders, who met on the trip, ended up getting married, having two girls, and building a life on Orcas Island — not far from where we dipped our back tires in the Pacific Ocean 10 years ago.
Watching Matt and Kelley, whose love story began over our 4,000 miles, ride their bikes with Laurel and Daphne in tow was probably one of the most surreal things I’ve ever seen. It’s funny how the counselors we jokingly called mom and dad ended up having two kids themselves.
We ferried from Orcas to Lopez Island and played hide and seek on the beach. Laurel taught us ballet and Daphne how to play “Kitty Dragons.” We reminisced like crazy and realized that after 10 years, none of us have really changed.