Sunday morning began an adventure for my guy....riding his bike across N.C....the mountains to the coast. He has been diligently training for months and months....racking up mind boggling miles in preparation. I left him in Brevard with a sea of tents and bikes. It felt like dropping a kid off at camp, nervous anticipation, driving away in tears of happiness for him and his accomplishment.
Oh, the countryside he will see, welcomed every day into small towns along the way anxious to celebrate the 1,000 plus guests for the evening. Not to mention the new fellow cycling enthusiasts he will get to know well...sharing stories of the ride, the hills, the scenery, the fun. I will join him on Friday for his last night in White Lake.
You won't find me in the tent though, I am not a camping kinda girl.
On Saturday I will be at the finish line with chilled champagne, a great big smile and hug for my hero. Safe travels be with you.
