Monday, August 19, 2019

Getting Home - Riding the rails

I decided an interesting way to finish the trip was to take an Amtrak train to Denver.  Since my family came to town, it kind of change my plans a little and I should have done some more homework about getting to the train station.  I knew the Washington, DC station took walk on bikes but I didn't really think about the drive from Richmond.  My brother was gracious enough to make the 2 hr drive to Washington, DC and back.  Ugh.  Thanks!  As we were driving up though, I realized that they have commuter trains that to right to Union Station.  Doh.

So the first leg went from Washington, DC to Chicago.  I was not the only bike and they basically opened a baggage car and told us to lay our bikes on the floor.  Huh?   No racks?  I ended up leaning my bike up against the side and another biker (with bags) leaned his against mine.  All was well when we picked them up.

The train left Washington at 4pm and was supposed to arrive in Chicago at 8:45am.  Do you call this the Red Eye?  Anyway, I wouldn't trust any of Amtraks schedules...  we arrive in Chicago about 10:45am.  Which was fine, since my train to Denver didn't leave until 2pm.

I met a couple bikers in the grand hall who were on their way to Seattle for a tour.  They were kind enough to watch my gear while I went and got food.

In Washington, they had gates where you lined up for the track, then just walked your bike to the train.  This is also what they tell you on the website.  Apparently, Chicago does things different.  I eventually found out where to meet for the train.  The gentleman asked me if I had a claim ticket for my bike (which I'm holding).  Yup.  When they call my train, they put me at the front.  All good, same as Washington so far.  BUT  as I get on the platform, the attendant tells me to go to the next car.  Then that attendant tells me to go to the baggage car (all the way at the front of the train).  So off I go to the baggage car.  Only thing is, there is no one around to take my bike...  so I wait.  The train is going to leave at 2pm and it is 1:55...  I yell down to an attendant and ask if someone is coming?  Someone comes, but not to put my bike in the baggage.  Just put it in this car here... OK.  now I have to haul ass to the back of the train where the Denver passengers are.  Not 30 seconds after I get to my seat the train takes off.   It turns out that apparently Chicago takes your bike through baggage claim, but because I tagged my stuff in Washington, I had no way to know this and no one said a word to either the other couple or me about it (yeah, we just hang out in the grand hall with our bikes for fun).  By the way, train arrives in Denver 2 hours later than scheduled...  Not surprisingly, when I go to the car to retrieve my bike it is not there...  Apparently, they put it in the baggage car in Lincoln, Nebraska.  Sigh.

As far as the ride goes, it was good.  I think if you were to get trains during daylight hours, it would be a good way to see the country.  Seat space was generous and reclined sufficient to sleep.  It was kind of interesting to see how the whole Amtrak / CSX freight works too.  Would I do it again?  Maybe..























Day 62, CR 623 to Yorktown, Virginia 35 miles

8-10-2019
I'm sorry this is so overdue.  I've been waiting for my family to send me pics and videos.  I'm still waiting...

Yesterday I pedaled along the bike path to CR 623.  I decided that this would allow me about 2.5 hours to the monument in Yorktown and be able to coordinate better with my family.  My sister and I got notice from my brother that they would likely be at the monument around 12:30 or so.  We high tailed it to drop me off and get me going.  The pressures on...

I had about 10 miles of bike path left and with it being a Saturday it was busier that the day before.  I met a couple of other cyclist who showed me how to get to the Colonial Parkway near Jamestown.  I had been warned that the surface of the parkway was stone embedded in concrete.  They weren't kidding.  This was an awful riding surface.

As I approached Yorktown, I met a couple of other cyclists (Steve and Greg) who had completed yesterday.  This was their 44 year reunion ride.  They blazed their own trail across the US in 1974 before the Bikecentenial.  Can't even imagine.  We chatted for a bit while I waited for some message telling me my family was at the monument.  Never came.  Finally, I texted and found out they had been waiting for about a half hour!

So, with much fanfair, I was greeted at the monument.  A park sheriff kindly took our family photo and was telling everyone around what the fanfair was about.  Not really sure what people thought as we took photos of me at the monument.  It was nice having my family there to support my effort though.

Chickahominy River



Williamsburg, VA

Williamsburg, VA

Colonial Parkway.  One horrible riding surface.  No traffic markings
for two way traffic either.

Closing in on the finish







Lincoln got the first bite...  :)



Friday, August 9, 2019

Day 61, Glendale to somewhere, 40 miles

8-9-2019
With time to kill this morning, I headed down the road to the Malvern Hill battlefield site.  Daunting to think that 8000 died here during the last battle. 

I also went down to Sherwood Forest, which is the home of John Tyler.  His family still owns and lives on the estate, but they allow the public to visit.

I continued on the route until I got word about my sister getting into Richmond, then backtracked to Charles City to meet her for lunch.

Met a couple cyclists riding on the bike path.  Thomas is planning an East West ride of the TA next year, and Paul who has risen the great divide.   Wonderful chatting with both.  Also, as we were about to eat, two woman riders showed up at the restaurant.  They were finishing the TA today.  Congrats to them both.  Someone told them I might be there.

Will finish tomorrow sometime when the rest of my family gets to town.



Virginia Capital Trail, No Cars!


John Tyler's Sherwood Forest

Lawn ornament 



Thursday, August 8, 2019

Day 60, Palmyra to Glendale, 109 miles

8-8-2019
Congratulations Eastern Virginia!  You win the worst drivers award for this entire route.  What is it about East coast drivers that makes them such idiots?  Can't say that I've cycled in California yet... 

Anyway, enough of ranting.  Today was the big push to get around Richmond.  I left Palmyra to cooler temps after a huge storm rolled through.  Also, someone came into the church at 10pm and left at 3am.  Was doing something upstairs.  Gee thanks. 

Pretty nice riding through some farms and cows and alpacas and horses today.  Then I got to the outskirts of Richmond...  traffic needless to say was awful.  Made it unscathed though.  Further south and east I got traffic got lighter. 

Ended my day at the Willis United Methodist Church in Glendale.  The church was used as a confederate hospital during the civil war.   A national cemetery is also nearby.  It is really nice at the end of a long day to find shelter, shower and a warm welcome.   Thank you to all the churches along the way.

Tomorrow will be a sort of rest day as I wait for my family to come in on Saturday for the finish.

Inside joke...

Lake Anna

Country road, take me home...

To the place I belong...

Glendale National Cemetery 


Willis United Methodist Church 

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Day 59, Love to Palmyra, 72 miles

8-7-2019
It started out warm today, even at elevation on the Blue Ridge.  Nice casual ride along the parkway, stopping to eat and dry out my tent at an overlook.

I got into Afton about 930 to visit the Cookie Lady house.  In 1976, June Curry discovered all these cyclists going by her house and they needed water and food.  She began giving them cookies, hence the name.  She also allowed cyclists to stay in her house, which has over the years, become one of the most famous TA spots.  Nearly every wall is adorned with memorabilia and it now includes one of my cards.  I'm sorry I never got to meet June, but hopefully this legacy will live on.

Traffic definitely changed today.  Higher speeds on the roads and more aggressive drivers.  Sigh, welcome to the east coast.

I'm spending the night in another Methodist church in Palmyra. 




Actually leaving...

Cookie Lady house





Another generous church hosting cyclists