Today: 48.98 miles Total: 2393.9 miles 10.15.10
HOME! I’m DONE!
I have a 91 year old grandmother as of today.
ooooooooh boy. I’m home. It’s actually the morning of the 16th right now, and I’m sitting in the library, at home. It eels unexciting, and like I never left. Mom says it’s because it is home, and that’s how home feels–it’s your comfort zone. If it felt any different, it’d feel like a surprise, and no one wants home to feel like a surprise.
We woke up at AJ’s around 9am. He had been gone for 3+ hours at that point. I left a thank-you note on the cot. He had laid out a big breakfast setup for us, which was so super nice.
I had granola, a banana, and a bagel with peanut butter. We were biking around 10 or 10:15am.
Eventually, we crossed the Rocky River and went to Edgewater Park.
We went out to the pier to enjoy the view of downtown.
We picked up the Cleveland Lakeshore Bikeway, which is surprisingly well-signed, and took it all through the park, downtown, over the Detroit Bridge, right through the nice part of the city, beside the Brown’s stadium, behind the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame and Great Lakes Science Center, and right down the marginal road.
It was truly a complete view of the cool parts of downtown Cleveland, and considering how little time I’ve spent there, it was a pretty neat way to view it. And it’s important to note that the Cleveland automobile drivers treated us cyclists way better than I may-or-may-not have anticipated. It was great!.
We followed the bikeway through Bratenahl and finally turned onto Lakeshore, hit Richmond, and eventually onto our main home stretch: route 6. We went up the steepest hill of my entire trip right next to one of the Metroparks. Mom was tracking me online because I was using Latitude, some app with my phone’s GPS. So techy.
At the rt. 6 and 306 intersection, dad was there waiting for us.
We didn’t talk for long. Clouds that had been chasing us all day finally started to close in on us. We jumped on our bikes, and a surprisingly short 5ish miles later, we were about to turn on Sherman–the road we live on!
I rode so fast to get home. At Sperry, the last intersection before home, dad met us and took pictures of us going down the hill. [ed note: I don’t have those pictures, but I think they are cool].
The driveway, which I had been anticipating and dreading since day one, was, indeed, really loose gravel and impossible to bike up. We had to pull over because Dale, the neighbor, was on his way down (a run-on that never even happens in a car). I pushed my bike up the grass in the lower drive, saw Rossi, saw mom, and saw Scratch. We took pictures of all of us just like I’d been hoping. It felt good to arrive home. I have a new floor and closet in my bedroom! And throughout the whole house! Crazy. Good job, dad.
At night, Aunt Nettie and Uncle Bob and Uncle Ron and Grandma all came over for a big dinner, the NUMBER ONE thing I’d been looking forward to throughout the whole trip: a feast! It was exactly how I wanted to end the trip and it was GREAT.
2393.3!!! With hitchhiking=3000 miles!