I woke to the sound of birdsong this morning... that in itself isn't unusual, since my body has gotten used to that sign of approaching dawn... but this time I was wearing earplugs to block the sound of Interstate traffic, and I still heard the birds!
The storm clouds continued to glide overhead all night, but today was dry, and the sky cleared beautifully in the afternoon. I took time to repack my troublesome bearings this morning -- caught them before they rusted this time.
I rode right through the middle of Richmond, Virginia, because I couldn't find a good way to go around it. I probably should have given the town more than a passing glance, but I didn't know where to start.
When I saw the rain outside, I was tempted to stay a second night in the cheap motel, but then I felt how warm the air was and decided to ride. I made great time along US-301 (practically an access rode for I-95) into Petersburg, and the rain stopped.
Today was gray and sunless, but aside from a little drizzle it stayed dry. As I rode through Roanoke Rapids, NC, a man and two boys rode alongside me on their bicycles. They asked me where I was going and where I'd been about 5 times before they were willing to believe my answers. They had more trouble believing I was bicycling to DC than that I had already ridden thousands of miles... it's the Florida Effect all over again: DC is Far Far Away.
[posted to the Wheeled Migration Yahoo group on March 27, 2005]
Happy Easter! Just a quick update since I have Internet access tonight.
Today's ride was about an hour and a half longer than it would have been had I not stayed at Amber's last night, but I certainly have no regrets about that! After a drizzly morning I stopped for lunch in Louisburg, home of the International Whistlers' Convention. The afternoon was dry but cloudy; I didn't see the sun all day. Today for the first and only time in North Carolina, people yelled and honked at me; otherwise it was a very polite state!
At Medoc Mountain State Park I warmed and ate the other MRE, a vegetarian dinner, with pepperonis for protein.
Today's plan was simple enough: I would bike from Durham to a shopping center on the near side of Raleigh, meet my sister's old friend Amber for lunch at 11, and then ride north to Falls Lake in the afternoon. But about a mile from the rendezvous, I got a flat on my left trailer tire -- the first one it's had in the whole trip.
[posted to the Wheeled Migration Yahoo Group on March 24, 2005]
I spent the morning tinkering with my bike, undoing the damage the mechanic had inadvertantly done. Erik packed us a picnic lunch, and we met Tami for lunch near her lab on the Duke University campus. We strolled through the extensive Sarah P. Duke Gardens and toured the chapel, which is as large and ornate as any cathedral I've seen.
Later, we walked to dinner at an excellent Indian restaurant.
I slept well in the warm, quiet night of the spring equinox and woke to another beautiful day. No one ever showed up to register me as they were supposed to, so I got the campsite for free! I was the only one there, so they may not have bothered making the rounds.
