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Cycling…the early days

My father visited this weekend.  He, my husband and I went for a long bike ride on Saturday.   When I think of my history with exercise, I typically think of the recent history, the past 4 years or so since my endeavors with the tri girls a the Y and Livfit.  But really, it is my father who inspired me to start exercise and the relationship with the bicycle.  He had been doing some serious touring with a youth and adult group for a few years.  He and the group would take off on these two week trips through the Midwest with their gear in panniers.  My first year, was the year of the big floods on the Mississippi River around St. Louis.  I regrettably didn’t take the idea of the Ozark MOUNTAINS seriously enough because I nearly died from our 70 + mile days.  But in spite of how much I really dreaded the daily cycling miles, spending time with teenagers, sleeping on church floors, 100° days and the hills, something “took”.  Since then, my father and I have had our share of memories and trips on the bikes.  It was nice to pedal away with him and my husband this weekend.  We’ll all hit the road together again for Bike the Drive.  Daddy is retiring in June, I can see many more cycling trips in the future.

Virginia is frigging hot…but the food rocks…the cycling is good….and the company is awesome.

Well, we’ve biked a couple of days, but we took today off.  A break from the heat.  Tomorrow’s forcast is much cooler which will hopefully aide in some good biking.  Our original 100 mile day will probably not occur this trip, but we’re still having a good time and will get in some good cycling.

I can’t explain to you how hot we were on Sunday.  It was over 90 degrees and we didn’t wake up at the butt crack of dawn to bike either.  No way, we slept in, had a little breakfast buffet, drank some coffee and eventually hit the road (at about 10 a.m.)  The mosquitos are sucking my bones dry.  They swarm to me the minute we stop pedaling so I am forced to keep a movin’.  We biked to a little town on the Chesapeake called Saxis.  I envisioned a Stephen King novel being typed as we peddaled in.  ‘There was nothing in this town and have since learned that the entire town has applied for federal funding to have breakwaters put in because it is quickly being eroded away.  The day before we cycled through Assateague National Seashore, it was beautiful.  Again, I was eaten alive (now don’t get any crazy ideas like telling me to wear bug sprayl….I DID WEAR IT!!  EVERY TIME I LEFT THE HOTEL!!!)  We went to the NASA launch facility where I was breakfast lunch and dinner to the blood suckers.  We were also visiting the island during national bike week, so the roads were packed with Harleys and other tourists.  But all of life was better once we arrived at Mr. Whippy’s.  Man oh man, talk about good soft serve. 

Besides the nasty buffet breakfasts, we have had AMAZING Meals.  Let’s see, we ate at Ray’s Shanty.  This had some of the best seafood I have ever had.  Head on shrimp, crab cakes, scallops–good stuff.  We also at at the Village Restaurant where I had stuffed flounder (broiled) and my dad had tomatoes broiled with cheese and seafood.  I know, it sounds gross, but it was very good.  More to come as our adventure continues.  Stay tuned for my writeup of the odd french, Spanish, Czech restaurant where the owner, Olga, seemed mad at me.