Whoa. I made it. It wasn’t a foregone conclusion – there were plenty of times that I doubted it would happen at all. I’m going to write a post about lessons learned and whatnot in the next few days, but for now here’s my last day on the road.
Meredith was up early and rode with me to Dunkin’ Donuts so I could fuel up for my ride. By the time I said goodbye, ate, and finished my coffee I realized that today was going to be a scorcher.
I rode highway 5 to Charles City, which was a really nice ride. Along parts of the route I rode on the Virginia Capital Trail, a bike path that will eventually run from Williamsburg to Richmond when it’s finished. I’d like to think that the blurriness of this picture is because I was going so fast.
No motors allowed here.
I got to Williamsburg around 1pm and had some lunch before the last stretch to Yorktown, where my Mom and stepdad Alberto would pick me up. The 13 miles to Yorktown along the Colonial Parkway was a little bumpy because the pavement was all rocks. I felt like I was racing in the Paris-Roubaix.
And, less than an hour later, I made it to Yorktown! I met Mom and Alberto at the victory monument, a fitting place seeing that it’s Fourth of July weekend. They must have messed up the timing because I didn’t see any fireworks when I pulled into town. Apparently they set them all off two days ago. Oh well.
Trying to get the seaweed out of my spokes.
It’s great to be home and to see my family again. We had an excellent dinner (I requested fish tacos) and a great evening. My mom got a cake, but wasn’t sure what to put on it. Since when she ordered it I hadn’t updated my blog in a while, the mileage was a bit off. But it was still technically correct – and delicious.
Alberto drew a masterpiece for my return. Potential career as an artist after retirement from the air force?