More rolling scenery:
This cow posed for me:
Not counting on any cool days, I'd only packed sleeveless jerseys, so I pulled out one of the ones I bought on Friday. Tom said I looked goth dressed all in black. I asked him to take a picture.
This is me in my natural habitat, a Primal jersey. This is the closest I'll ever get to wearing a little black dress:
A herd of cows on a hillside:
Tom and Tim had a lot to catch each other up on. I found myself with a burst of energy at the same time that I could feel my legs beginning to get tired, which was a weird feeling. I started to ride ahead, making sure that I could see Tom, Ron, and Tim in my mirror. I don't know what happened to the rest of Tim's group. I think some of them passed me early on.
The closer we got to the end of the ride, the more energy I had. "I can smell the barn," I told Ron. "I just want this to be over." I was finally relaxed. I hadn't realized how wound up I'd been all weekend.
I stopped one more time to get a picture of a white horse. This one's for you, Larry.
Then, as is becoming a sometimes tradition, I collapsed on the grass by Tom's car:
We hung out for a while with Tim and his buddies in their camp. We exchanged biking stories and they gave us snacks. I now know that somebody climbed Mount Mitchell in a unicycle. They were amused by the late Norman B supposedly having ridden over the Rockies on a penny farthing, and then contemplated what a mountain bike version would be like.
Riders were breaking camp, the next half of the rides being held from Tennessee. The vendors were close to packing up, too, so we made another pass through the stalls. The Primal jerseys were marked down even further, and Ron wanted to look through what was left. There was nothing worthy in his size, unfortunately. The Bike Virginia clothing was going pretty cheap also, so I picked up a vest (Primal, too, but that's not why I bought it). On Friday, Ron gave me an old Bike Virginia jersey he'd picked up but that didn't fit him quite right. Then there's the icky t-shirt I got for registering early. Add these into the mix and I'm coming home with 6 new pieces of clothing.
We each have one meal token left, but I'm really not into another slab of cold lasagna and bowl of brown lettuce. It didn't take much for me to persuade Tom to eat some real food tonight instead.
Tomorrow we'll get an earlyish start for our drive back to New Jersey. We'll caravan with Ron as the pinball as far as Front Royal. Then I'll peel off towards DC to fetch Jack.
The fourth of July weekend will be the first that I've spent entirely in New Jersey since Memorial Day weekend. Jack will be home, with no more long-term trips in the near future. My life should be normal again, at least for a little while. The cats will be happy.
Perhaps I bought this jersey in honor of the wasp I startled last weekend?