One Hundred Six Miles Complete
What to say about this weekend. It was magical and fulfilling and gave us another in the long chain of links of shared adventures.
It also made us wonder how sore a person's butt could get before they decide to just walk the bikes home.
It is possible, just slightly possible, that riding two-50+ days in a row with no more than an 18 mile ride done recently as a training ride was not the wisest choice we ever made, but gosh we had a fantastic time. And riding on Buddie's bike for 5 miles made me love my bike more, even as it gave my keister a break. I wanted to call this post, "The Ass Is Always Greener..." but Buds wasn't a fan.
Garden View offered a restful night and we had a very relaxed morning since we wanted to go to the train museum which opened at 10. We had a mini-breakfast and a lovely visit with Pat over the kitchen table. A farm girl who has lived in this house for 44 years, she started the B&B 24 years ago after her first husband died and she was deciding if she should keep the big house. It still brings her joy, and her 91 y.o. second husband loves making the beds, so she will keep it up as long as she can.
After breakfast we read and Buds had his family call until it was time to pack up and bike to the train museum.
We stopped at Factory Espresso for a morning charge, and I did tip over the bike as I attempted to park here. A woman sipping her drink inside checked to be sure I wasn't hurt, which I wasn't, and when we got inside she shared that when she lived in Philly she tripped and fell on sidewalks at least five times over the years there. That stilled any embarrassment I might have been feeling.
The train museum is an example of one person's passion that lives on after they are gone, and provides a connection and a place for lots of donations from assorted people and their passions. In addition to the train display, there were military displays, a model plane collection (very similar to the one my brother George had when we were kids), and lots of fire fighter equipment.
We took our time at the museum both because we were enjoying it and visited with several people, but also the deeply conflicted feelings about putting the butts back on the seats.
This second day was an entirely different riding experience than Saturday. Yes, our tushies started out tender and stayed that way, but on this day, the wind was at our backs! My goodness, what a difference that makes.
We saw lots of hissing geese and fluffy goslings again, but we also saw deer swimming across the canal, which was flummoxing.
Stopped for a pizza lunch in Spencerport, bringing us 2/3rds of the way home. That's when we swapped bikes for 5 miles. It sorely tested my unconditional love for my spouse, but showed me how much I love my bike.
And then, the glory of our own driveway and our beautiful family. Gosh, it was a relief to be home.
Already the agony is fading and we're talking about where we can bike for our next adventure. Maybe we'll make it 60 miles.
