Sounds heavy, I know. It wasn't. It was inspiring. And beautiful. And lovely.
Ann and Jonny dipped their rear wheels in the Atlantic Ocean at Misquamicut on Saturday morning, and hope to dip their front wheels in the Pacific Ocean a few months from now.
|The eastern edge of the continent|
After Jonny pushed his bike up off the beach someone said, "Where's Ann? Shouldn't she be pushing her bike up the sand?"
Before the push-off, Jonny and Annie each spoke briefly about their lovely Meem, and about how thankful they were to have everyone there with them that morning, and about how they were going to carry our good thoughts and support and love with them during their long journey West . . .
Here's what we rode . . .
Asheville bicycle pub crawl the day after Julie and JK's wedding.
This time, though, we didn't stop at any pubs.
My favorite part was biking through beautiful Westerly . . .
. . . that Mistah is kind of an awesome bicycling videogrophist, isn't he? My favorite part is when he rides up on the sidewalk.
We hit Mystic Cycle Center 12 miles later, where it was time for us to say so long to our lovely, intrepid friends.
|hair by Jennie|
"We're going to miss you guys!"
We saw the Wishes off to points west and Oregon, and we headed back east to Rhode Island.
And after a ride like that? There is only one thing to do.
memorable 50th, was never out of sight.
So. Then. Now what? What do you do after all that?
Well, you drive over the Gold Star Bridge back to New London . . .
|Oh those clouds . . .|