On Thursday June 28th, Joe and Andrew rolled into Key West and officially completed the Boston to Key West Bike Tour. They finished one day ahead of schedule after an unbearable night of heat and humidity. This meant stepping it up and grinding out over 100 miles to get to Key West, well above their average daily mileage. All in all, it took them 37 days and over 2478 miles! This is no small feat. The plan for the weekend? The Sunset Parade, snorkeling, and lots of Key Lime pie.
Well done guys.
Stay tuned for pictures and more comments from the bikers.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Day 27 - 35
Almost there! Andrew sent me an email from Ft. Lauderdale where he and Joe stopped yesterday. Unfortunately, the adventure came to an end for Cam a few days ago who had to leave for Houston, Texas where he's starting work. Joe and Andrew, however, continue on just 3 days outside of Key West. Here's Andrew's account of the past 9 days:
Day 27 - 85 miles; Statesboro GA to Odum GA
A painfully boring day through rural Georgia. It was real hot that day and there wasn't much to see. Camped at a place called Happy Acres Resort. Was just a step above Blackwater Campground. Get us the hell out of Georgia. Not bad for 12 bucks I guess. The residents (permanent) were friendly at least, however it was a little weird having all of them standing outside watching us set up camp. I guess there isn't much else to do out there. It was real hot that night trying to sleep in a nylon coffin. Bleck.
Dat 28 - 68 miles; Odum GA to Folkston GA
More rural Georgia. This state sucks. Hot, humid, rain in the afternoon. Took US301 as a shortcut, took about 20 miles off of the day. Almost to Florida!
Day 29 - 37 miles; Folkston GA to Jacksonville FL
Florida at last! Sadly, this was the last stop for Cameron. He had to get off this wild ride and head to Houston to start his next adventure. In the morning, the weather called for a storm with 2 inches of rain per hour and 50 mph winds heading southeast towards us. Total blackness to our north and west. Pedaled hard getting out of Folkston and managed to outrun the storm. Got to Jacksonville Airport area early enough to go hotel shopping. Shortly after we arrived, the rain caught up and we watched it pour something awful from the cool comfort of our hotel room. Went across the street for a classy lunch at our favorite fast food joint: Wendy's. Later on, hunger struck again and we wound up at the Millhouse Steakhouse across the street (next to the Wendys). Appetizers and ice cold beers were ordered and consumed with a mixture of glee and sorrow, for this would be our last night as a three-man cycling team. We decided to move the party back to the hotel room and celebrate further with more beers and some pizza. Rock-n-roll, baby.
Day 30 - 0 miles; Jacksonville
Today Cameron packed, cleaned, and got ready to head out. We all went to the airport and said our goodbyes. Cameron, you will be missed. It just won't feel the same (although not having to share a tent is totally sweet). Good luck on your job and keep the rubber side down, brotha!
Day 31 - 67 miles; Jacksonville FL to St. Augustine FL
With newly acquired battery powered radios, Joe and I struck out with a song in our ears. Nice ride along A1A into St. Augustine. Arrived early enough to see the fort, check into the Hostel (side note: the hostel, The Pirate Haus, is a pirate themed hostel in the heart of the historic section of St. Augustine. It's pretty cool, with pirate stuff all over the place. It was nice being in a place where we were not seen as celebrities or freaks for cycling long distance. Everyone who passes through is backpacking around the world, from some country I've never heard of, hasn't slept in a month, or has some other wild travel story. Cool. We were just "normal" people there and it felt nice). We spent the afternoon and evening browsing St. George's street, poking fun at the shops, searching for a good corn dog, etc. Nice day. In other news, I lost my lucky hat today. I was riding behind Joe for a while, and it must have fallen off my rack somewhere on the road. That hat has been with me, providing ample head coverage (and oodles of style I must add), since the 6th grade. It has climbed the White Mountains, been with me through countless hikes and trips, and until now, had been headed to Key West strapped to a bicycle. RIP Hat. You will never be forgotten.
Day 32 - 75 miles; St. Augustine FL to Edgewater FL
Not much to see, nice beaches and mansions, mid 90's. Super hot.
Day 33 - 74 miles; Edgewater FL to Melbourne FL
Another hot, mid 90's day. To matters worse, I got 2 flats and Joe got 1 flat today. Everything in Florida has spines or is made of broken glass and rusty shrapnel.
Day 34 - 97 miles; Melbourne FL to Hobe Sound FL
Mid 90's again. Wouldn't have been so bad except I had to fix 4 (yes, 4, four, quatro, quatre) flats in the sweltering heat. I hate you, US-1. If anyone from the department of transportation in Florida is reading this (which I doubt, because it is evident that the cretans the department of transportation has working for them cannot read), please send a street sweeper out every once in a while. Thanks. Headwinds made the small bits of riding between fixing flats even more difficult. Ran out of spare tubes just in time to head off route and find a bike store (part of the reason the day was so long) and we didn't make it to the motel until 5pm. The water in the motel was a disturbing shade of yellow. I did find some discarded fuzzy dice on the side of the road after fixing my last flat of the day. They will no doubt give me good juju for the rest of the trip. Sweet.
Day 35 - 77 miles ; Hobe Sound FL to St. Augustine FL
Clouds in the morning made the heat slightly more bearable. Nice ride through multimillion dollar estates on A1A along the beach. The water is starting to get that bright blue color to it and we are quickly running out of mainland Florida. Almost there......
Day 27 - 85 miles; Statesboro GA to Odum GA
A painfully boring day through rural Georgia. It was real hot that day and there wasn't much to see. Camped at a place called Happy Acres Resort. Was just a step above Blackwater Campground. Get us the hell out of Georgia. Not bad for 12 bucks I guess. The residents (permanent) were friendly at least, however it was a little weird having all of them standing outside watching us set up camp. I guess there isn't much else to do out there. It was real hot that night trying to sleep in a nylon coffin. Bleck.
Dat 28 - 68 miles; Odum GA to Folkston GA
More rural Georgia. This state sucks. Hot, humid, rain in the afternoon. Took US301 as a shortcut, took about 20 miles off of the day. Almost to Florida!
Day 29 - 37 miles; Folkston GA to Jacksonville FL
Florida at last! Sadly, this was the last stop for Cameron. He had to get off this wild ride and head to Houston to start his next adventure. In the morning, the weather called for a storm with 2 inches of rain per hour and 50 mph winds heading southeast towards us. Total blackness to our north and west. Pedaled hard getting out of Folkston and managed to outrun the storm. Got to Jacksonville Airport area early enough to go hotel shopping. Shortly after we arrived, the rain caught up and we watched it pour something awful from the cool comfort of our hotel room. Went across the street for a classy lunch at our favorite fast food joint: Wendy's. Later on, hunger struck again and we wound up at the Millhouse Steakhouse across the street (next to the Wendys). Appetizers and ice cold beers were ordered and consumed with a mixture of glee and sorrow, for this would be our last night as a three-man cycling team. We decided to move the party back to the hotel room and celebrate further with more beers and some pizza. Rock-n-roll, baby.
Day 30 - 0 miles; Jacksonville
Today Cameron packed, cleaned, and got ready to head out. We all went to the airport and said our goodbyes. Cameron, you will be missed. It just won't feel the same (although not having to share a tent is totally sweet). Good luck on your job and keep the rubber side down, brotha!
Day 31 - 67 miles; Jacksonville FL to St. Augustine FL
With newly acquired battery powered radios, Joe and I struck out with a song in our ears. Nice ride along A1A into St. Augustine. Arrived early enough to see the fort, check into the Hostel (side note: the hostel, The Pirate Haus, is a pirate themed hostel in the heart of the historic section of St. Augustine. It's pretty cool, with pirate stuff all over the place. It was nice being in a place where we were not seen as celebrities or freaks for cycling long distance. Everyone who passes through is backpacking around the world, from some country I've never heard of, hasn't slept in a month, or has some other wild travel story. Cool. We were just "normal" people there and it felt nice). We spent the afternoon and evening browsing St. George's street, poking fun at the shops, searching for a good corn dog, etc. Nice day. In other news, I lost my lucky hat today. I was riding behind Joe for a while, and it must have fallen off my rack somewhere on the road. That hat has been with me, providing ample head coverage (and oodles of style I must add), since the 6th grade. It has climbed the White Mountains, been with me through countless hikes and trips, and until now, had been headed to Key West strapped to a bicycle. RIP Hat. You will never be forgotten.
Day 32 - 75 miles; St. Augustine FL to Edgewater FL
Not much to see, nice beaches and mansions, mid 90's. Super hot.
Day 33 - 74 miles; Edgewater FL to Melbourne FL
Another hot, mid 90's day. To matters worse, I got 2 flats and Joe got 1 flat today. Everything in Florida has spines or is made of broken glass and rusty shrapnel.
Day 34 - 97 miles; Melbourne FL to Hobe Sound FL
Mid 90's again. Wouldn't have been so bad except I had to fix 4 (yes, 4, four, quatro, quatre) flats in the sweltering heat. I hate you, US-1. If anyone from the department of transportation in Florida is reading this (which I doubt, because it is evident that the cretans the department of transportation has working for them cannot read), please send a street sweeper out every once in a while. Thanks. Headwinds made the small bits of riding between fixing flats even more difficult. Ran out of spare tubes just in time to head off route and find a bike store (part of the reason the day was so long) and we didn't make it to the motel until 5pm. The water in the motel was a disturbing shade of yellow. I did find some discarded fuzzy dice on the side of the road after fixing my last flat of the day. They will no doubt give me good juju for the rest of the trip. Sweet.
Day 35 - 77 miles ; Hobe Sound FL to St. Augustine FL
Clouds in the morning made the heat slightly more bearable. Nice ride through multimillion dollar estates on A1A along the beach. The water is starting to get that bright blue color to it and we are quickly running out of mainland Florida. Almost there......
Monday, June 18, 2007
Day 13 - 27
Big update. I got an email from Cam with the guys collective notes from Days 13 through 26. I also got a CD full of pictures that were taken from May 29 to June 11 (Day 7 through Day 20). They are one day from Florida, the home stretch, but also the state with the most stops. Unfortunately, this will mark the end of the road for Cam who must fly to Texas once they hit a major airport. Cam will be starting work with Weatherford next week. Without further adieu, here are their notes, followed a sample of their pictures. I will try and upload the rest of the pictures to the facebook group as soon as possible.
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Day 13 - Richmond, VA to somewhere near Isle of Wight, VA. Once we left the city, we saw nothing but corn, soybeans, cotton and swamp. The only other interesting thing we saw while riding was the bizarre naming scheme for rural roads in Virginia. They are all between 600 and 699, and they seemed to be named randomly and discontinuously. Our campsite was envisioned as some sort of pagan retreat (there was literature on paganism in the office and a may pole near the lake) but deteriorated into a redneck shantytown where people could put their fifth wheel on blocks, build a plywood addition, get a mean dog and throw away all nonessential clothing --like shirts. At least we met another touring cyclist there. He was headed north, and we traded stories and told each other what to expect. We had a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and the mosquitos bothered us a little.
Day 14 - Rural VA, to Maple, NC. The scenery did not change in the slightest from crops and swamps until we made our approach to Maple. Once we were there, we were on one of the many sounds just short of the Outer Banks. Our campsite was on the water and inexpensive, but full of biting flies. We turned a few heads by ordering 12 double cheeseburgers for dinner.
Day 15 - Maple, NC to Rodanthe, NC. Maple is on the mainland about thirty miles from the causeway to Kitty Hawk, on the Outer Banks. We had a tailwind, and we ended up arriving in Rodanthe 70 minutes ahead of schedule. Our day was enlivened by my spectacular high speed crash on some sand on the roadway. I was unhurt and my bike was fine, but as I type this, I still find sand in my ears and handlebar bag. We camped at a fairly nice trailer park, and all that seperated us from the ocean was one short sand dune.
Day 16 - Rodanthe, NC to Ocracoke, NC - The wind that helped us so much the previous day switched directions in the night and made our comparatively short day miserable. We rode the ferry to Ocracoke Island and stayed at an NPS campground a little outside the village of Ocracoke. The place was very well maintained and had other people camping in tents! Again, only one dune seperated us from the beach. The location was so good we decided to take a rest day.
Day 17 - Rest day in Ocracoke. We did a lot of lounging, swimming and touristy stuff in town. The infamous pirate Blackbeard was killed on Ocracoke, so there is plenty of cheesy junk available for purchase in celebration.
Day 18 - Ocracoke, NC to Cedar Point, NC. When we got up to break camp, mosquitos swarmed me. The only other time I've had so many itchy welts, they turned out not to be mosquito bites, but valley fever. After what seemed like an eternity, we got on a different ferry to get from Ocracoke Island to Cedar Island, which is really more like the mainland. We rode through a lot of brackish swamp where we saw fiddler crabs and snakes. About 10 miles short of Cedar Point we got caught in a terrible thunderstorm. We rode through it as best we could, even though visibility was essentially zero until we reached the outskirts of town. There we went to a cafe to wait out the storm. That was when we saw exactly what we rode through on the emergency broadcast system. 50 mile per hour winds (we saw these), nickel sized hail (we did not see this) and cloud-to-ground lightning (we think we heard this). Once we got to Cedar Point, we claimed the last campsite in Croatan National Forest, which was the last lodging of any kind in the area. We heard some interesting worldviews from our Vietnam vet neighbors.
Day 19 - Cedar Point, NC to Snead's Ferry, NC. Today we rode a total of about 10 miles. Our route goes through Camp Lejune, but they have recently closed the base to all civilian traffic. To get around this, we called Joe's brother, who is stationed there, and he drove us through. But before this, we slept in, ate an enormous, unhealthy breakfast, played a round of miniature golf (Cam won) picked up some stuff for my mosquito bites, played scrabble at a coffee shop (Joe won) and hung out in front of a gas station in direct violation of the no loitering policy. Tomorrow we have an easy ride into Wilmington.
Day 20 - Snead's Ferry, NC to Wilmington, NC - 49 miles. We had a short day into Wilmington, and the weather was nice. When we got there, we poked around the downtown area for a little while, then went out towards the airport to find a cheap hotel. After that, we ate lunch, ran errands and went to bed. Wilmington is a very pretty city.
Day 21 - Wilmington, NC to Little River, SC - 80 miles. We left Wilmington through the port area, and rode through sandy pine forests until we reached the ferry on the Cape Fear River. After the ferry ride, we had a nice breakfast at a Port City Java. Everyone in the coffee shop was very friendly, some were bikers and they seemed satisfied with our route to Little River. We ate at a Carolina barbeque joint where we had picked pig and fried pickles.
Day 22 - Little River, SC to Andrews, SC - 79 miles. Roads in South Carolina have no shoulder, and sometimes this makes for exciting riding. Log trucks in particular give me the heebie-jeebies. In any case, we ate breakfast at a seedy looking gas station where a trucker named Curtis paid for our meal because he admired our efforts. Again the scenery is corn fields and loblolly pine forests, and does not make for exciting journal entries.
Day 23 - Andrews, SC to Charleston, SC - 91 miles. On our way into Charleston, we rode past a number of preserved plantations, which were full of old trees and Spanish moss. We stayed with Joe's aunt and uncle. Aunt Pam made us a big southern dinner which involved collard greens (cooked in fatback), red rice (included two pounds of bacon) fried pork chops, cornbread, corn on the cob and sweet tea. We also cruised the beaches in Uncle Randy's Jeep.
Day 24 - Rest day in Charleston - In the morning we cruised Charleston Harbor with Randy and his brother Glen in Randy's boat, and went in just before the rain started. Then we had a big southern lunch at diner, and relaxed until it was time for another big southern seafood dinner with Randy, Pam, Glen and Glen's girlfriend at a restaurant outside the city. The drive was long, but very entertaining.
Day 25 - Charleston, SC to Point South, SC - 79 miles. The ride was very monotonous. Swamps to the left, swamps to the right and a flat road straight out in front of us. We got to our campsite, set up the tents, showered and installed ourselves on the couches in the air conditioned lounge. We enjoyed watching enormous people maneuver their RVs into the slots. We were the only people in tents until late at night when a scout troop came in to sleep.
Day 26 - Point South, SC to Statesboro, GA - 73 miles. Another uneventful ride through farmland and forest. More of Joe's family met us in Statesboro, and we are all staying at a Holiday Inn.
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Pictures!
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Day 13 - Richmond, VA to somewhere near Isle of Wight, VA. Once we left the city, we saw nothing but corn, soybeans, cotton and swamp. The only other interesting thing we saw while riding was the bizarre naming scheme for rural roads in Virginia. They are all between 600 and 699, and they seemed to be named randomly and discontinuously. Our campsite was envisioned as some sort of pagan retreat (there was literature on paganism in the office and a may pole near the lake) but deteriorated into a redneck shantytown where people could put their fifth wheel on blocks, build a plywood addition, get a mean dog and throw away all nonessential clothing --like shirts. At least we met another touring cyclist there. He was headed north, and we traded stories and told each other what to expect. We had a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and the mosquitos bothered us a little.
Day 14 - Rural VA, to Maple, NC. The scenery did not change in the slightest from crops and swamps until we made our approach to Maple. Once we were there, we were on one of the many sounds just short of the Outer Banks. Our campsite was on the water and inexpensive, but full of biting flies. We turned a few heads by ordering 12 double cheeseburgers for dinner.
Day 15 - Maple, NC to Rodanthe, NC. Maple is on the mainland about thirty miles from the causeway to Kitty Hawk, on the Outer Banks. We had a tailwind, and we ended up arriving in Rodanthe 70 minutes ahead of schedule. Our day was enlivened by my spectacular high speed crash on some sand on the roadway. I was unhurt and my bike was fine, but as I type this, I still find sand in my ears and handlebar bag. We camped at a fairly nice trailer park, and all that seperated us from the ocean was one short sand dune.
Day 16 - Rodanthe, NC to Ocracoke, NC - The wind that helped us so much the previous day switched directions in the night and made our comparatively short day miserable. We rode the ferry to Ocracoke Island and stayed at an NPS campground a little outside the village of Ocracoke. The place was very well maintained and had other people camping in tents! Again, only one dune seperated us from the beach. The location was so good we decided to take a rest day.
Day 17 - Rest day in Ocracoke. We did a lot of lounging, swimming and touristy stuff in town. The infamous pirate Blackbeard was killed on Ocracoke, so there is plenty of cheesy junk available for purchase in celebration.
Day 18 - Ocracoke, NC to Cedar Point, NC. When we got up to break camp, mosquitos swarmed me. The only other time I've had so many itchy welts, they turned out not to be mosquito bites, but valley fever. After what seemed like an eternity, we got on a different ferry to get from Ocracoke Island to Cedar Island, which is really more like the mainland. We rode through a lot of brackish swamp where we saw fiddler crabs and snakes. About 10 miles short of Cedar Point we got caught in a terrible thunderstorm. We rode through it as best we could, even though visibility was essentially zero until we reached the outskirts of town. There we went to a cafe to wait out the storm. That was when we saw exactly what we rode through on the emergency broadcast system. 50 mile per hour winds (we saw these), nickel sized hail (we did not see this) and cloud-to-ground lightning (we think we heard this). Once we got to Cedar Point, we claimed the last campsite in Croatan National Forest, which was the last lodging of any kind in the area. We heard some interesting worldviews from our Vietnam vet neighbors.
Day 19 - Cedar Point, NC to Snead's Ferry, NC. Today we rode a total of about 10 miles. Our route goes through Camp Lejune, but they have recently closed the base to all civilian traffic. To get around this, we called Joe's brother, who is stationed there, and he drove us through. But before this, we slept in, ate an enormous, unhealthy breakfast, played a round of miniature golf (Cam won) picked up some stuff for my mosquito bites, played scrabble at a coffee shop (Joe won) and hung out in front of a gas station in direct violation of the no loitering policy. Tomorrow we have an easy ride into Wilmington.
Day 20 - Snead's Ferry, NC to Wilmington, NC - 49 miles. We had a short day into Wilmington, and the weather was nice. When we got there, we poked around the downtown area for a little while, then went out towards the airport to find a cheap hotel. After that, we ate lunch, ran errands and went to bed. Wilmington is a very pretty city.
Day 21 - Wilmington, NC to Little River, SC - 80 miles. We left Wilmington through the port area, and rode through sandy pine forests until we reached the ferry on the Cape Fear River. After the ferry ride, we had a nice breakfast at a Port City Java. Everyone in the coffee shop was very friendly, some were bikers and they seemed satisfied with our route to Little River. We ate at a Carolina barbeque joint where we had picked pig and fried pickles.
Day 22 - Little River, SC to Andrews, SC - 79 miles. Roads in South Carolina have no shoulder, and sometimes this makes for exciting riding. Log trucks in particular give me the heebie-jeebies. In any case, we ate breakfast at a seedy looking gas station where a trucker named Curtis paid for our meal because he admired our efforts. Again the scenery is corn fields and loblolly pine forests, and does not make for exciting journal entries.
Day 23 - Andrews, SC to Charleston, SC - 91 miles. On our way into Charleston, we rode past a number of preserved plantations, which were full of old trees and Spanish moss. We stayed with Joe's aunt and uncle. Aunt Pam made us a big southern dinner which involved collard greens (cooked in fatback), red rice (included two pounds of bacon) fried pork chops, cornbread, corn on the cob and sweet tea. We also cruised the beaches in Uncle Randy's Jeep.
Day 24 - Rest day in Charleston - In the morning we cruised Charleston Harbor with Randy and his brother Glen in Randy's boat, and went in just before the rain started. Then we had a big southern lunch at diner, and relaxed until it was time for another big southern seafood dinner with Randy, Pam, Glen and Glen's girlfriend at a restaurant outside the city. The drive was long, but very entertaining.
Day 25 - Charleston, SC to Point South, SC - 79 miles. The ride was very monotonous. Swamps to the left, swamps to the right and a flat road straight out in front of us. We got to our campsite, set up the tents, showered and installed ourselves on the couches in the air conditioned lounge. We enjoyed watching enormous people maneuver their RVs into the slots. We were the only people in tents until late at night when a scout troop came in to sleep.
Day 26 - Point South, SC to Statesboro, GA - 73 miles. Another uneventful ride through farmland and forest. More of Joe's family met us in Statesboro, and we are all staying at a Holiday Inn.
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Pictures!
Friday, June 8, 2007
Day 17
Just about half way into the trip our friends are in the Outer Banks of North Carolina - Ocracoke to be more specific. There they took an extra day to rest, relax and “get fat” according to Andrew. Now that they are away from the major cities of the northeast, they are staying at more camp sites and fewer hotels the rest of the way. Though despite being well south of the Mason Dixon line, that doesn’t mean hippies can’t invade their camp site as was the case a few days ago. Ok, so it might have just been one hippie, but when he appeared to be tripping on acid, repeating every word he said multiple times, it was entertainment enough for one night. As for the weather, other than some rain that pounded down over night, it has been nice though a little on the hot side during the day. Tomorrow they will have to take a 2 and half hour ferry off the island to get back to the mainland at which point they will get right back on the bike trail. Note: no injuries or breakdowns to report.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Day 12
Some more updates from the road. The boys are in Richmond , VA Natural History Museum and the International Spy Museum Virginia Antietam . They are very excited about reaching the Outer Banks in North Carolina 
While in
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Days 9-12
Some haikus from the guys...
Cameron, riding through Mennonite country:
Mennonite country
Crazytown, Pennsylvania
These people bore me.
Andrew, in reponse to seekng a "woman of questionable morality" at 6am in Baltimore:
Baltimore hooker
Filthy, stinky prostitute
Oh, she has herpes.
Cameron, riding through the tropical storm:
Rain in the forest
So peaceful and deafening
We ride through the rain
Joe, riding through the tropical storm:
A tropical storm
Soaks with relentless downpour
Did I pee myself?
They're all doing well and used to getting up EARLY!
Cameron, riding through Mennonite country:
Mennonite country
Crazytown, Pennsylvania
These people bore me.
Andrew, in reponse to seekng a "woman of questionable morality" at 6am in Baltimore:
Baltimore hooker
Filthy, stinky prostitute
Oh, she has herpes.
Cameron, riding through the tropical storm:
Rain in the forest
So peaceful and deafening
We ride through the rain
Joe, riding through the tropical storm:
A tropical storm
Soaks with relentless downpour
Did I pee myself?
They're all doing well and used to getting up EARLY!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Day 8
Got a call from Joe. Our friends are currently in Baltimore, Maryland. After falling off pace a bit while visiting Cam's grandmother, they made up time by riding 111 miles yesterday and 80 miles today, breezing through Pennsylvania (including Mennonite country) and into Maryland. Baltimore isn't the most bike friendly city in the world with massive grates that line the streets. Joe discovered this little piece of information first hand as he went head over heels (literally) after hitting one with his front tire. Luckily, Joe's face hit the ground first and his bike landed on top of him resulting in no harm to the bike itself... Joe walked away damaging only his pride. Our friends head to D.C. tomorrow where the ride should improve with bike specific paths and flat land prevailing throughout D.C. and the upcoming Outer Banks of North Carolina. The weather has continued to be nice, however, the mugginess of the south is beginning to be felt as they continue south. Other than some odd looking sunburns Joe, Cam, and Andrew are doing well.
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