Rather than take the hilly route across West Seattle, I take the longer, prettier route that includes the waterfront trails and Beach Drive.
I see the very familiar Seattle skyline, ride over the west Seattle bridge and ride north to my Pioneer Square work neighborhood. I stop for coffee and a maple bar at Zeitgeist and then head for home via my usual commute route.
As I'm rolling across the floating bridge which connects Seattle to Mercer Island, I cross paths with my pal Mark Vande Kamp. Mark is out for a morning ride and he reverses course to accompany me across the island. I give him the super-condensed version of my tour story. "We'll have to go riding," he says. "Yeah," I agree, "but maybe not right away. I think I'm going to take a few days off!"
I'm home at 9:40 AM. Over the past 15 days, I've ridden 1341 miles, taken hundreds of pictures, and chatted with dozens of people about cycling in their parts of the world. I have lots to think about, and a lot of work to do.
I want to thank everybody who helped make this trip happen, the folks who offered their hospitality and time, the people who covered for me back at the office, the people who work in mini-marts and run ferries and build roads. And all the people everywhere who work hard to remind folks that a bike can be a good way to get around in this world.
Keep 'em rolling,
Kent
4 comments:
congrats, thanks for sharing your trip. Logan
It has been pleasant to see Washington State through your eyes. Such graceful writing.
Thanks for the stories Kent. I'm glad that you posted them over a few weeks rather than in "real" time. I know this was in part due to your busy schedule, but as a reader it was nice to space out the tales.
Brother Kent-
Congrats on a trip, road?, well-traveled.
I checked in each day, and trust me... it helped smooth some rough day to day feelings in our new digs.
Peace-
-Me
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