Give this guy a short riding day, and what does he do? He decides to really kill it the next day. How far did he ride, you ask? One of the furthest – sixty-four miles! That’s right, Our Hero kicked it to the curb! And man, did he see some cool things.
Rocks, rocks, everywhere. He needs a new path:
Washington State, we need to talk about your lousy bike paths. YIKES! I notice in this next photo that his smile is lacking. I’m pretty sure he’s over the rocky paths here:
And below you can see he’s beginning to look pretty tired. I think this was the first day I truly saw him look exhausted:
He wasn’t going to ride so long, but his wife, Cindy, flies in to Spokane on Friday. She stayed in American Fork with their youngest daughter, who had just had a baby. By pushing through these miles, instead of two shorter days, he could take both Thursday and Friday off and greet Cindy at the airport. I’m trying to talk him into holding a sign inside that says:
Welcome Home From Prison
Or maybe just, Welcome to the Asylum. So far, he just laughs.
Following the Spokane River seemed to lift his mood. That Art smile is starting to return, sort of:
Another shot of the Spokane River. Gorgeous:
So tired of the rocky paths, he looked on his phone for a better way to get to where he was going:
A road! A real paved road! And so his sights changed to these. Talk about a long trip. This guy has had it:
Who in your family leaves their Christmas decorations up far too late in the year? That would have been my mom. Seriously, sometimes the tree was still up in March…or even April. Nothing was still outside by the end of January, which is bad enough. Me? I’m packing it up the day after.
Next Up: I’ll tell you where we landed yesterday.
On Hummingbirds Wings 