There are no barns, for they have been biked.
I finished Bike the Barns, and in reasonable time, and I can even still walk and stuff, though it's not fun. 63 miles! I'm pretty proud of that, though I realize that for some of you that's just an afternoon ride. This summer I had excellent intentions of taking a lot of trips and building distance, but life sort of intervened. As it does.

It was pretty much a perfect day, with the mild quibble that it got a little toasty midday for my thick Newfoundland blood. There was a little wind but not enough to create serious headwinds.

The route was extremely pretty. Also? Extremely hilly. Not Seattle hilly, thank God, otherwise I would be writing this from my grave. The food? Well, hmmm. I think my expectations might have been pegged a bit high. Breakfast was rolls and croissants from L'Etoile with Just Coffee, fine. The midmorning stop had apples and granola bars from Nature's Bakery, producing a vague sense of anti-climax - I had granola bars with me, for a start. One could also pick berries but, being a slow rider, I wanted to get moving. Lunch was almost like a potluck - a plate of tortillas with barbecue chicken and/or goat, some lentil thing, some slaw thing, and kale. I was ravenous so it seemed good, but not exactly riveting. Things picked up for snacks at the final stop: pesto bruschetta, and apple-cinnamon cookies with maple syrup ice cream and either raspberry or ground-cherry on top.

They haven't posted the list of sponsors yet so I don't know if anyone besides ladymondegreen (thank you, my love!) sponsored me. If so, thank you! If you just sent good wishes in my direction, that's awesome too. It's not a world-shaking accomplishment, but I feel I pushed my limitations, a little; I'm very tired of being so aware of my limitations.