Yet Another Benefit of the Space Program

Wheel full 70px A retired military ID card…

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Wheel full 70px Don’t leave home without it.

Wheel full 70px I’m spending the night in a Navy Lodging Facility on the Wallops Island NASA base.  This area of the Eastern Shore  of Virginia has pretty slim pickings as far as campgrounds and motels are concerned. I was resigned to riding for a while in the dark to make it to a motel south of here that Google Maps made sound pretty awful and then I thought, “I wonder if Wallops Island has a BOQ?”   So here I am.

Wheel full 70px Oh, and

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Wheel full 70px Four states left to go.  I can do this!

Postcards from the Shore

Wheel full 70px Yesterday’s ride presented a lot of contrasts.  There was a quick ride through the last of New Jersey as I hurried to the Cape May-Lewes Ferry first thing in the morning.

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Wheel full 70px Big ocean vistas out on Delaware Bay.

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Wheel full 70px A stretch of rural countryside at the Delaware end of the ferry crossing.

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Wheel full 70px Then came the resort communities of the Delaware and Maryland shores.

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Wheel full 70px These were interspersed with peaceful natural stretches where development seemed very far away.

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Wheel full 70px There was even a big modern bridge that looked like it was opened yesterday. The bridge was probably, at about 70 feet/21 meters above the water, the highest point in elevation by far that I climbed yesterday.

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Wheel full 70px All in all a very nice day for a ride.  I’m starting today from Ocean City, Maryland.  If I was riding on Interstate 95, I’d be south of Washington, D.C.

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Another Friend

Wheel full 70px Frank and I met up tonight for dinner at a restaurant in Cape May, New Jersey.

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Wheel full 70px My friend drove down from his home near Philadelphia and we spent a great evening chatting about our mutual love of epic outdoor adventure and the challenges presented by stuff like bad knees, issues with vision and the changes in general that go with being in your 60s.  I can assure you, though, that there was no whining.

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Wheel full 70px I owe Frank a big meal at a nice restaurant someday, and hope he can make it up to Alaska to collect on that debt there.  I’d like to think that I could show him even half the good time that we had tonight.

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Doing a 60

Wheel full 70px I’ve mentioned that, south of New York City, my trip plan calls for me to put in 60 mile/100 kilometer days.  Every day.  For a month.

Wheel full 70px Now, this is basically possible because, between there and Key West, the terrain can pretty much be summed up in two words: parking lot.  During the trip to date hills have slowed me down, sometimes a lot.  On stretches like rail-trails where there is no appreciable elevation change or, at worst, almost imperceptible grades I am currently riding at around 14-15 miles/~25 kilometers an hour, and I can apparently sustain that speed for a long time.

Wheel full 70px So I was pleased today on a somewhat hilly route to find that I had made it 58.5 miles/about 95 kilometers.

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Wheel full 70px I can do this!

Wheel full 70px I did run into my first major routing glitch.

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Wheel full 70px A three year bridge replacement project according to a nice guy who stopped and asked if I was lost when he spotted me staring forlornly at the construction barriers.  The bridge still shows up as open on both Google and Apple maps.  Oopsie.

Wheel full 70px Oh, and

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Wheel full 70px Weigh-in day tomorrow.  The suspense is killing me.