We awoke to threatening skies this morning and it looked like it could dump on us at any moment (I'll save you from the suspense - it never did!). This was a very hard day for me - lots of overwhelming emotions to deal with - as well as a very hilly ride to conquer. I was in tears 1 1/2 miles out from the hotel, and then on and off throughout the ride. I couldn't cry for long though, there were too many turns and arrows to follow - I had to pay attention to get to where I was going!
The route was hilly, and once again I was surprised to find myself taking the hills in stride. I made pretty good time and even stopped at the bakery to visit with other riders 11 miles from our final meeting spot.
The meeting spot was at the junior high school in Rye, NH. We had to assemble there by 11:30 a.m. to get into procession for a police escort to the beach. I got there fairly early and just sat on the grass and watched everyone gather. The feelings were so overwhelming that I had to go into numb mode or I would have started crying and never stoppped. I still can't fully articulate what I was and am feeling.
Mike got us all together for one last group photo and then we were off on the 3 mile ride to the Atlantic Ocean - police car first, then the silver van, then all of us bikers (I rode fairly close to the front with Colleen), the white van with the "Box" luggage truck bringing up the rear.
We got to the ocean and dipped our wheels and then as the finale to the trip, Janette had the honor of pouring the water from the Pacific Ocean into the Atlantic Ocean. And we were done.
But not quite - we had one more state to visit. We rode from the beach to Portsmouth and then over the bridge into Maine - state #12 for Colleen and me! Then we headed to the hotel and several of us were shuttled to a bike shop where we dropped off our bikes to be packed and shipped home.
My roommates and I - and Daco too - went out for a champagne and lobster dinner to celebrate. Then Colleen and I had to bid farewell to Cindy and Daco, as Cindy's husband drove from Boston pick them up.
A little more visiting with those who were still around and hanging out in the hotel lobby and then to the room for final packing and lights out. We have one final luggage load tomorrow at 6:45 a.m. What a day.......