Just a little bit of Monomoy to brighten up you day.
I am very, VERY, relieved to say that one of my greatest fears about this trip, getting hopelessly lost on country back roads, appears to have been nullified, at least in part, at least in Virginia.
On the second day I spent in Washington, I was able to take a bit more time to explore the city, primarily by checking out the Smithsonian.
I had a blast in Washington today! Beautiful sunny weather and lots of adventures meeting people at anti-fracking protests, senators and representatives offices, and senate gallery coatrooms!
Starting about 45 miles north of Baltimore, I followed US Route 40 west into the city.
Philadelphia/Halloween was a nice chance to catch up with friends, do some recovering, and of course see what’s up on the Schuylkill.
New Jersey is actually a great place. For bike riding, anyways
A beautifully/happily sunny morning today, and started out feeling optimistic- a few more miles in NY, then on to New Jersey and hopefully Princeton by dinner.
Following a so-far wise decision to check out alternative routes that don’t require biking up every hill between me and my destination, I left Millerton, NY on the Harlem Valley Rail Trail. It’s smooth, flat, and straight.
Another beautiful day, although I’ve heard threats of rain tomorrow. Took a turn away from the planned route after Windsor Locks (check out that Connecticut River, by the way- I’d row all over that) because there were too freaking many hills- not just inconvenient, but seriously slow.
It’s been a little while since last year’s Renewable Ride, a 4,000 self supported bicycle trip I made from Providence, RI to Los Angeles, CA to raise money for 350.org and bring awareness to the need to develop effective renewable energy strategies going forwards.
Oh. hello there! Although it’s been a while since writing, by no means does that mean that it’s been a while since anything noteworthy has happened. Since rescuing a leatherback, I’ve gone back to waking up before dawn, obsessively peeking back over my shoulder, and looking at life through the lens of a rower on Philadelphia’s Schuylkill River.