Eric and I had the crazy idea to ride our bikes this weekend. From our house to Jefferson Memorial Forest. With camping gear in tow. And make a detour to Waverly.
The route was (unintentionally) 32 miles there. It took us a looong time. Not just because we stopped at Waverly (which, of course, we couldn't go in), but because in true form, we got lost. Reminiscent of that fateful trip to Cinque Terre (Sorrento, to be exact), we went in the wrong direction. It was soon corrected, though, and after rehashing a particularly nasty hill, we were well on our way to the Horine section, where friends of ours had rented a group site.
Today we rode back, and despite a flat tire this morning (we were well-prepared with another tube), we made it in record time. We ended up taking *another* wrong turn, but it served us well; New Cut Road was fairly empty, and we made the entire trip home in just over an hour. No kidding.
It was so lovely. I am proud that we made it there and I feel refreshed and like I accomplished something. Ride with us for a second...
Now we get to try another bike trip next weekend to celebrate our anniversary. Can you believe it's been six years?! Location is yet to be determined, but we decided 30 miles is about all we can do in one day without being completely useless.
And speaking of being useful, I start back to school tomorrow, getting our room ready for the kiddos next Tuesday. Wish me luck!
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