Today I've got a short writeup of the ride, a cool (I think, anyway) video I made along the way, and my best attempt to tie this week up in a neat little bow.
First, the writeup, which I will keep short because each day basically says "it was pretty and it was hard." Today was pretty and it was hard. We started at mile 391, just on the other side of a short construction detour. We had heard from just about everyone we encountered this week that "it gets pretty hilly" as you approach Nashville, but I still wasn't quite ready for what we got. We climbed over 2600 feet today, starting with a 7%+ grade climb that lasted nearly a mile. It was a heck of a way to warm up. And the hills kept up all day. I've never worked so hard on a bike:
Shortly into our morning, we hit mile 400:
As we approached the end, Mike met up with a riding friend named Bill who lives here in Nashville. Bill rode with us for the last 15 miles or so, and it was a real treat to add him to the group. He was a solid dude, an excellent help on the hills, and a good companion as we rolled up and down in that last big push.
After 50 miles of riding we hit the famous double-arched bridge that marks the beginning of the end of the ride, and stopped for a picture (which Bill suggested and kindly took for us):
Just a few miles later, it was all over. I will admit that I got a little emotional as we rolled to a stop and it hit me that we were finished. We had Loveless for lunch, and their biscuits went down nice and easy:
So there was the ride. Like I said, it was pretty and it was hard.
Next is the video. Brigid and I started a project this year where we use an app called 1 Second Everyday (1SE). You take a video each day and then trim it to one second. By the end of the month (or season, or year, or whatever), you have a nice snapshot of who you were and what you did and where you've been. It has been a fun exercise, and both Brigid and I have kept it up every day in 2016.
1SE has a cool mode called "freestyle," where you can string together as many videos as you want from as many days as you want to make a little video diary. So all along the way, I have been taking short little videos of our experience with my phone. I asked Matt and Brandon to do the same (Mike has enough trouble with sending a text, so I exempted him from this art project), and when I was on van duty I edited them all together. After finishing the ride, I added today's videos and uploaded the whole thing to YouTube. Here is the video (click these words to see it, mom); it's rough and stream-of-consciousness and not at all a complete picture of the week, but it gets at the heart of what we did. I like it a lot.
And finally, here's my probably-a-bit-ham-handed attempt to tie all of this up in a pretty bow. If it's of any value to your appreciation of it, it's all true.
Early in today's ride, after the miserable hill that we started with, we got a nice series of downhills (including one where I got up over 40 mph for the first time ever, which was freaking awesome). At one point, I looked at the trees changing color, and the carved limestone that dotted the sides of the road, and I thought "man this is great." And right at that moment, my English major nerdiness kicked in and I thought of a great quote by Kurt Vonnegut: "I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point: 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'" I really love that quote, and man there was never a better moment for it than today. After that, as we rolled along toward the end of our ride, I made a point to think about - and especially to be grateful for - all the great stuff in my life that got me to that point in the road and that make life so beautiful.
I am grateful for my bike, which (except for three dropped chains that were easily enough picked up) rolled up, and down, and along the Trace from mile 0 to mile 444. I love that bike.
I am grateful for my health, and that foot and leg and hand and arm and knee and ankle and shoulder and butt aches are exceptional rather than chronic. I know how lucky that is when I think about it, but I don't ever really think about it. So today I did.
I am grateful for all of this week's sunshine, and the trees that provided us shade, and the breeze that made riding in 90 degree heat bearable.
I am grateful for the hospitality that we enjoyed all along the way, from the innkeeper in a dry county who most certainly did not leave an iced-down six-pack on the stairs for us to find, to restaurant servers who exclusively called us "y'all" and "hun," to Mr. Hendrix who told us stories of his great-great-grandmother's journeys, to all of the fellow travelers that we encountered on the way and connected with.
I am grateful for the carrying-all-of-their-gear-on-their-bikes recumbent cyclists from Spokane that we met, who taught me about "trail magic" when we shared a Coke and a Gatorade and some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches from our ample supply at the top of a hill.
I am grateful for music, which gets way down deep and feels so good. When I was riding, I had an internal soundtrack that kept me pedaling. On van duty, Spotify helped me settle my brain and not freak out too much about what was ahead of us. (I made a sweet Muscle Shoals playlist that hit just the right notes.)
I am grateful for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and for fried green tomatoes, and for McDonald's cheeseburgers, and for hash brown casseroles, and for little packages of frosted donuts from the gas station, and for sushi, and for Portillo's, and for our CSA vegetable box, and for thai food, and for all of the other delicious ways that you can make food. What a privilege to have access to so much variety and so much bounty.
I am grateful for the pure dumb luck to have born in a town and a country and to a family where I am almost always safe, and where clean water and food and shelter and infrastructure is taken for granted. As we covered the 1000 miles to Natchez, and the 444 back up to Nashville, I never doubted that I was okay.
I am grateful for my town, which is home to great families, and which is a terrific place to raise our kids, and which has a trail system that make me realize how much I like to ride bikes (maybe not on days 2-4 of a long trip, but still).
I am grateful for my hippie church, which is filled with wonderful goofballs and free spirits and deep thinkers who have become good friends.
I am grateful for my riding companions: we meshed so well, and supported each other through the ride, and contributed our strengths to the group, and were willing to overlook or compensate for our weaknesses (e.g. my inability to climb a hill and Mike's inability to ever connect to Wi-Fi). And I am grateful for their families, who were willing to disrupt their own schedules so that our group could do this nonsense for a week.
I am grateful for the Steering Committee that meets each month, with whom I mostly make stupid jokes but who I also know are there for me if I need them. (They will give me crap for this post, I am sure.)
I am grateful for my parents, have shown me unconditional love for my whole life and made so many sacrifices for my sister and me along the way. I am so much better for it.
I am grateful for all of the foster kids (especially sweet Rita) that we've had, for a weekend or for several months, who have let us love them and who have (sometimes in their own way) shown us love in return.
I am grateful for my house, which keeps me warm in the winter and cool in the summer and dry in the rain. And I am grateful for the things in it that make life comfortable and colorful.
And I am supremely grateful for my family, who I sincerely missed just from just about the moment I left them. I looked so forward each night to calling them and telling them about our day and hearing about theirs. I can't wait to see them tomorrow. It's maybe an obvious thing that people love their family, but it's good to remember how special they are and how happy they make me feel. I just love them so much. What a gift that is.
That list is long but it is still way incomplete. I realize just looking around the room that I am grateful for ibuprofen, and for modern day cooler technology, and for the miracle of having the whole of human knowledge - instantly accessible at all times - in your pocket, and for cheap beer, and for expensive beer, and for butt cream, and for playoff baseball. It just takes a little bit of effort to notice, and you notice and notice and notice.
But at least for today, focusing on the beauty around me, and realizing all of the good fortune and support that helped me experience it, was the perfect gift. I'm grateful that the Trace gave it to me. (And it only took 444 freaking hard miles.)