We’ve been home now for almost three months and it’s high time this blog was completed with the final days of our time in North America, and a few stats.
With 900km to cover from Lebanon NH to Washington DC, and only 3 days to do it in, we turned to four wheels again and whizzed south on the back roads. The countryside continued to be beautiful, the miles flew by, the temperatures started to fall and so did the rain.
I was keen to see the Amish going about their lives and was surprised when we encountered them not casually clopping down unsealed back-roads but trotting briskly along busy roads with trucks and RV’s roaring by. The horses are lovingly cared for and unflappable in the traffic. The Amish lifestyle is quaint and somehow appealing in it’s simplicity, but we’re not about to move to Pennsylvania! Grieg was keen to visit Gettysburg. We loved it there, cramming in a self guided whirlwind tour, before striking out on our last to Washington DC and one final incredibly stressful episode of getting lost.
We rolled our mountain of gear into the hotel lobby (bikes, trailer, everything). The manager instantly spotted our travel weary demeanour and in true American style was full of helpfulness. He checked us into an ENORMOUS room with loads of space to sort out our gear, pack the bikes and get ready to leave. We flew home via LA, Auckland (and a happy reunion with mum and dad), then finally Perth and ‘home sweet home’.
So for the stats and details…
Nights in a tent – 58
Nights in a hotel – 13
Nights in a home – 25
Nights on a plane – 4
Kms on bikes – 4000,
Kms in the car – about 1200
Kms walking – about 400
Flat tyres – 3 (all Grieg’s – the Schwalbe continentals never let me down!)
Bikeshop visits (repairs & maintenance) – 6
Sunny days – 70
Overcast/mixed days – 24
Rainy days – 5
Best piece of advice
If you wait until you’re ready, you’ll never go (Jen McCutcheon)
Most unnecessary items onboard
Grieg – fishing rod. Jules – dress shoes
Most terrifying experience
Trailer flying off as we hurtled down the highway
Getting caught in the electrical storm on the KVR
Kettle Valley Railroad from Lake Skaha to Kelowna, 13 hours, 113km
well this is the bit that held me up from posting and here we are in 2018. I never knew where to start. So many great memories and now I can add that even the not so great memories have turned out to be great too. It was a once in a lifetime adventure that was perfect timing in our lives