Days six and seven
on the Natchez Trace were beautiful. The weather, a little cool in
the morning, and sunny & warm by afternoon, was perfect. The
scenery, cypress forests and family farms and tornado devastation and
a picturesque reservoir, took our breath away for most of both days.
I rode at the very
back of the group on day six. Every day on the bike, two riders
volunteer to 'sweep', or to make sure that we know where the back is
and that no one ever rides alone at the back of the group.
The ride was
leisurely, relaxed, and I reminded myself again of the joy of riding
a bicycle. Perhaps the best moment of the day was when my co-sweep,
Jonas, saw a dead armadillo in the road ahead ~ which he proceeded to
bunny-hop at about 15 miles per hour.
Today, day seven,
I rode at the front. There were between five and seven of us in a
paceline, working together to ride faster than most of us could on
our own. We haven't known each other very well for very long, but we
were able to work together to move down the road quickly. And I
reminded myself again, as we were flying down the highway, of the joy
of riding a bicycle.
It was an amazing
week with a really remarkable group of people ~ enjoying one
another's company and participating in an activity about which we're
all passionate, all while contributing to improving the world of
which we're all a part.
I'm kind of
looking forward to next year.
Let the adventure
continue.
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