Day 51: Epilogue.
Back to Anacortes |
The road will take me to Spokane tomorrow, but undoubtedly, I will still feel like I should be riding on the shoulder . . .
None of us can believe, or want this to be over. This venture became a personal challenge we all undertook, not really knowing what to expect physically, mentally, spiritually. First and foremost, we couldn't be happier that we all completed this trip safely. No one got sick, and Linda overcame her vertiginous bout with BPPV. Our troubles and glitches were relatively minor, having traveled 13,000 collective road miles between the four of us. One flat tire each. One bent rim. One wheel rim blowout. One sheared pannier bolt and one broken pannier spring.
Many facets of this trip required careful and meticulous planning, but flexibility on the road was crucial. We usually did not know for certain when or where the next meal would be, or even how far we would be riding on some days. Similarly, the decision to camp or stay in a hotel was often a last minute decision. Road conditions or the weather were not always to our liking, but we adapted.
The certainties: We each had an unforgettable crossing. We made new friends and deepened existing friendships with shared experiences. We accrued healthy doses of Americana along our many stops. The people we met along the way were universally kind, generally curious about our route, and often astonished at what we were attempting. Linda's nickname for Jeff is Mr. Congeniality, because he would effortlessly strike up a conversation with any random bystander. Truth be told, Linda and Tim were the same. At the Anacortes beach where we celebrated our wheel dip, a total stranger gave Jeff a box of 6 drumstick ice cream treats to congratulate us after a couple minutes of conversation. That's Jeff. I love Jeff because with his Long Island accent, my wife's name is transformed to Linder. As in "Hey Linder, want to share my apple fritter?" I don't know anyone who can sniff out an electrical outlet to charge his phone faster than Jeff.
The uncertainties: Will any of us ever do another bike tour like this? Perhaps. Linda is already scheming. Tim is probably secretly thinking about it, but is uneasy about admitting this to Priscilla. Jeff keeps sending us NYT articles about bike touring on different continents. He has done a bike tour of Vietnam, and the odds are better than even that he will be cycling somewhere exotic in the not too distant future. Rob is addicted, and has scheduled an extensive Chilean bike tour with a friend next January. He really, really wants to tackle a third trans-America ride. If I know Rob, he will make it happen.
So we now return to our separate lives in Spokane. Until we meet again, my friends . . .
Map of today's short ride:
https://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/3865675704
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