First and most importantly, Brendon is here. He flew in on a boat plane, after having received a silver medal at junior nationals (!), and got dropped off at a campsite 10 miles away from the correct location. Thinking he was waiting for us at our site, we sped through the last 2 miles, and burst into the campsite, spotting a skinny blonde person conversing with my parents. First thoughts… huh… Brendon lost a lot of weight… and got a haircut? Unfortunately, it was the campsite manager, and our hopes were crushed as we learned that Brendon was walking the 10 miles to our campsite.
Mark rescued Brendon from the road and our reunion was GLORIOUS. We even chanted for him as the Tahoe came down the driveway. Brendon’s first observation was, “Wow, nothing has changed,”
Except that Ellen now has a horror story from the trip; a dog attacked her today, lunging at her leg as she sped down a hill. But her bike was too much for the black lab. The dog was defeated, and Ellen barely managed to stay upright on her bike, but she made it through.
Today was a long ride: 110 miles through the Adironcacks. Hopefully we won’t be too sore for tackling the Ap Gap tomorrow!
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