Miles – 62.5
Avg. Speed – 14.2
We were up early this morning packing and re-checking all of our gear before we set of to ride in Edwin Gardner‘s memorial ride. It seemed like every cyclist in Charleston showed up to honor Edwin’s life, and we were happy to be part of such a beautiful ceremony. Over 400 riders rode from Cannon Park to the Battery, where they were met by a team of kayakers. Everyone threw flowers into the Atlantic… Really was a special moment.
After the ride we found our families, and said our goodbyes. Three months isn’t that long, but when you’re doing something vast and dangerous, three months seems more significant.
A few hugs and many tears later, we finally rolled out of Charleston around eleven thirty (much later than anticipated) and headed West of the Ashley River on Highway 61. (The Bob Dylan reference isn’t lost on me.) As soon as we crossed into West Ashley, three miles down the road, Landon’s tube burst! Luckily, thanks to the bike gods above, Keith, from the Bicycle Shoppe happened to be behind us and was there to set it all right.Thank you Keith!
We got back on the saddle and cruised for thirty miles through the forest along a small two lane highway with no shoulder and Spanish Moss covered Oaks. The shade was lovely, but the endless stream of pick-ups floating by wasn’t so settling. I guess that’s just something we’ll have to get used to.
After a long stint through the shade, and a whole lot of road with nowhere to stop, we turned onto I-17S Alternate. Twenty five more miles on shoulderless two lane country highways and we rolled into Walterboro. The Fire Station didn’t have beds, so we’re at “The Royal Inn” for the night.
First day under our belt, and we’re feeling good… Lesson’s learned, and miles subtracted from the total. More to come tomorrow.
Also as you may have seen, our GPS is malfunctioning… We’re working on it!