Category: Virginia

Last evening, a park ranger pulled into our site with his pickup truck. But he wasn’t there to bust me for my can of beer wrapped in Rett’s bandana; he wanted to talk about bike touring! He had recently gotten back into it, and in 1988 had done an epic loop of Europe, riding through…

Today we would cross the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay (via the Bridge-Tunnel), which yesterday’s tailwind-fueled longer-than-expected ride allowed us reach a day earlier than planned. The bargain we had struck with our bodies was that today could then be a shorter ~35 mile ride. But then Rett lost her shorts, I realized that Virginia…

Our campsite was just as perfect in the morning as it was last night. Crunchy-leaf dry, 58℉, and wind-protected by the surrounding forest. Arachnophobe Rett, to her credit, rejected my offer to also do the morning dishes, and instead steeled herself to face the wall of daddy-long-legs at the dishwashing station. But during my morning…