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.
- March 13, 2013Hot day in the desert. 64 miles. Details tomorrow from Wickenburg. Submitted by my daughter, Sarah. Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Continue reading →
- March 13, 2013March 13, Blythe, CA to Salome, AZ: After only 4 miles of cycling this morning, we pushed our bikes up an incline and walked across the Colorado River to Arizona, our first state crossing (celebrated with margaritas later at dinner). Then the real fun began, riding for 20 miles along the shoulder of I-10. I didn’t need ... Continue reading →
- March 14, 2013March 14, Salome to Wickenburg: We spent the entire day on US 60 – not as bad as the interstate, but still plenty of trucks and motor homes. It would appear that some of the snowbirds are headed back up north and/or spring break has begun. Just outside of Aguila, about 30 miles into the ride, I ... Continue reading →