Saturday August 18, 2018

The epic journey is finally over.  We cycled into Gloucester, MA, enjoying the last of the New England roads but noticing a definite increase in traffic the closer we got to Boston.  During these rides the group spreads out and depending on the mileage for the day,  there could be 10-15 miles between the first riders and the last.  To create a more united finish, and to allow for better safety in all this traffic, we had a staging area at the Gloucester High school where everyone would gather as each one finished before the last mile to the ocean.  This proved to be a good plan in that it allowed us to unpack our wet gear and set it out to dry as we waited for the last ones to arrive.

Our  excitement at being so close to the finish began to turn to anxiety however, as the last riders all arrived with the exception of two.  These two were normally in with the middle riders and not usually at the end of the bunch. To add to the mix it was threatening to rain again.  As the time ticked away it began to rain in earnest, first a light steady New England rain but then a torrential downpour.  A decision was made to send out a search party for our missing riders along with repair supplies and our skilled mechanic.  Sure enough, our riders were located and were having significant mechanical problems with only about 4 miles left.  Thankfully our mechanic was able to provide a solution that was workable so they did not have to ride in the van the last 4 miles.  By the time they made it to the school, everyone was cheering and ready to make our way to the coast behind our own police escort!

There was a festival going on down by the shore at the park that was our destination.  It had been very crowded when we came through that area toward the school but the rain had made many people decide to leave so the roads were choked with cars.  It was SO COOL to have the escort because it was like the parting of the Red Sea!  We all did the obligatory dipping of the front tires to signify the true finish (with photo ops).  With weary legs and soaked jerseys but spirits uplifted from a sense of accomplishment, we made our way back to the school to say our good byes to those we had spent the last 9 weeks with.  For some, it is likely that this is the last time they will ride anything like this.  For others this may have been an exposure to a way of seeing and enjoying a country that provides unique opportunities unavailable any other way.  It can be quite appealing and after a time only the good parts remain in our memories.

It was wonderful  to have family at the end of the ride to greet me.  Shelley and my brother Mark and sister-in-law Karen were at the school when we got back.  It was great to be able to spend a few days with them and get the inside story on the Gloucester area as well as spend some time in Boston.  Brother Eric stopped in as well on his way to Provincetown.  I have gratitude to all my family, but especially Shelley, for being supportive during the training and the long time away from home.  I could not have done this without their love and encouragement. I look forward now to some rest for a few days and then we will see if some of the ideas that bubbled up during the ride will take root and grow into something more tangible in the future.

I am curious to see what lies around the next bend in the road!