Since at least 1997, I had yearned to attempt a cross country bike ride. That summer, my friend Warren rode from LA to Boston. He called me from Winslow, AZ; I rode with him when he passed through Indiana, and I celebrated his accomplishment when he returned. But I, too, wanted to “explore” the USA. I had always loved Charles Kuralt and his tales of small towns off the interstate. What better way to see our great country?
With children, a job, and a widowed mother in failing health, the dream was put on the back burner of life for 15 years. Early in 2012, when I asked my husband if he was interested in such an adventure, he declined without hesitation. And I “discovered” WomanTours – a wonderful “girly group” that seemed to have great support (before and during the ride) and reasonable daily miles (reasonable if I train well).
So in March 2013, the dream – and adventures – began!
I turned 65 while on the ride – it seemed like a fitting way to celebrate – in El Paso, Texas, where my 100 year old mother passed away in December 2011. I think she would have been nervously excited for me.
- April 1, 2013March 31: Sanderson to Del Rio, TX April 1: Del Rio to Fort Clark Springs, TX I confess to still being quite tired after yesterday’s long ride, but I will try to summarize the past two days. Knowing that the full route on Easter was 110 miles, we were allowed to leave at 7 a.m., before sunrise. We ... Continue reading →
- April 2, 2013April 2: Fort Clark Springs to Camp Wood, TX On the road by 8 am today, as it was suggested we make Camp Wood before 2 pm when the local cafe closes. Still not enjoying the chip seal of Kinney County, though the surface of Ranch Road 334 did not seem as rough as US 90 ... Continue reading →
- April 3, 2013April 3: Camp Wood to Vanderpool, TX After dinner last night, we were treated to quite a sky show, thunder, lightning, and plenty of rain. The skies were threatening this morning, but the weather report suggested we would not have a storm. We did get a few drops shortly after we left town, but the roads ... Continue reading →