Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Post-ride Donations

THANK YOU all my sponsors and donors. You did it!  At 7 p.m. this morning, with a donation from brother and sister-in-law Peter & Sonja Schuyler, we reached my (second) goal of raising $15,000!

Actually Peter and Sonja's donation put us over the top with a total of $15,029! This past week Evelyn Quillen, Vickie Lynch, sister Sarah Schuyler, cousin John Bloomer and  sister-in-law Lois's friend Brenda Azar made significant donations to the Judith Karman Hospice. Lois is a nurse and so is her friend, Brenda. Both were thrilled to learn that the money raised would go to continuing education for the Judith Karman nurses. Also, recently I learned that the JKH received a donation from Laura Wever, a dear family friend. Thank you all for helping me reach my $15,000 goal and for your support and donations Laura, Brenda, John, Sarah, Vickie, Evelyn, and Peter & Sonja!

Please remember: It's not over until it's over! I may not be on the bicycle anymore, but I am still giving talks about hospice and the ride; and I'm also still open for donations!

I am in Vermont. Rode up May 30th from Boston on the Megabus. The 3.5-hour trip cost only $13.50 and ended in front of the University of Vermont. The bus was equipped with wifi and had outlets in the ceiling for aisle passengers and in the wall for window passengers to plug in their electronics. Bathroom in the back. Comfy, roomy seats. What a bargain!

Below is a photo of donors Tom & Mary Carroll, Phil & Lois's good friends who came to dinner a couple of nights ago when I was in RI. Lois loves to cook and prepares some delicious gourmet meals. That night's meal of scallops and pasta with a radish appetizer was no exception. (Of course this would sound better if I knew the exotic foodie names of these dishes.) The little radish appetizer was served on lacquered fish dishes from Japan. Merited a photo I thought.

Mary and Tom Carroll at table; Lois and Phil in kitchen

Radish appetizer on lacquered fish dish

The bottom photo is of a group of puddling tiger swallowtail butterflies. They were sipping the cement tainted water near the foundation of a new barn brother Peter is having built on his VT property. There were a dozen or more, but I could capture only these four.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Day 42--The Big Finale: Upton, MA to Bristol, RI

Up and out by 7:30 a.m. this morning. Thank you Jeanne for a great stay! Hope to see you in July when you travel to Stillwater.

Just because I left early doesn't mean that I finished early. I started the day by walking my bike up the remainder of the Pearl Street hill that Jeanne's house is perched on. Got to the top and tried to follow the directions that Jeanne had given me yesterday . . . in reverse. Of course I got instantly off track. A cyclist came along and rode with me to Menden Road, which I knew was east of 122, the road I wanted, but also knew that it would take me south to Uxbridge where I could connect with 122S. I'd cycled a big loop, so my cyclist guide and I actually sped down the hill I had earlier walked up and past Pearl Street and Jeanne's house.

Menden Road, deserted in the early hours of this Memorial Day Weekend

Yesterday in our visit to the River Bend Farm Visitor's Center, Jeanne had driven the same route that I now took. When I got to Blackstone, I thought that getting on the trail would be easy. It wasn't. I stopped and asked a guy & gal couple on a motorcycle. They told me exactly how to reach the trailhead and then kept popping up to wave me on or to tell me "Turn left here!" They were very nice. Thank you motorcycle couple!

Once on the Blackstone River Bikeway, I had about 10 beautiful miles on a paved trail. There were a lot of people on the trail because of  Memorial Day Weekend. The trail follows the Blackstone River and switches from one side of the river to the other. At the end of the trail, a woman named Jean helped me continue on through Woonsocket. Thank you Jean! At one point we got lost and ended up having an animated conversation with three men, each of whom had a different idea of the route I should take. Finally, with the help of a firefighter at a Providence fire station, I found Blackstone Boulevard and Gano Street. Gano led to the bridge across the bay, and I finally reached Phil & Lois who had been waiting on the other side.

Cyclists taking a break on the Blackstone River Bikeway

One of the cyclists in the photo above took my picture on the bikeway

Lois had a cooler of water in the back of her car. She also had the foresight to buy sandwiches, too, so I cooled down in the shade and wolfed down a turkey sandwich and chips and drank two bottles of water. Then we loaded B.O.B. into  Lois's car. He was complaining. Wanted to ride the last miles, but I felt he needed to arrive in Bristol in more cushy fashion. Lois left for Independence Park in Bristol, and Phil and I rode the last 10 miles on the East Bay Trail, another beautiful paved trail along the water. It was chock-a-block with families enjoying the beautiful weather and weekend.

Bridge over the bay to East Providence

Phil & Lois in East Providence providing a much needed lunch on my arrival

Phil on the East Bay Bikeway

Lighthouse, Naragansett Bay

Bridge connecting Barrington, RI, to Warren, RI

When we got to Bristol's Independence Park, Lois was waiting with the camera and a welcome sign (see below). With the new route and the bonus miles accumulated during my wanderings in Upton and Pawtucket, I ended the ride with 58 miles, 26 more than the original 32 scheduled.  Probably made up for the miles I missed when the brake problem prompted and early pickup in Ware and a ride to Holden.

While we were loading the bikes, Lois handed me her cell phone and I got to announce "finis" to Valerie Bloodgood, my friend and liaison at Judith Karman Hospice, and also to Kathy Legako, the friend who provided sag support my first day on the road. The two were on --what else?-- a bike ride. They congratulated me, and then I spoke with husband Jeff and daughter Lucy who also told me "job well done."

The sign reads:
Welcome Susan,
Solo Charity Ride,
Stillwater, OK, to Bristol, RI,
Heartland to Harbor for Hospice
S14,692 raised for the Judith Karman Hospice!

This sign outside the Madison Health Care Facility outside Conneaut, says it all:

When we got to P & L's house, I found an edible arrangement from Valerie awaiting my arrival. The perfect end to a long ride--cold fruit and chocolate. Thank you Valerie! We all plucked some fruit and ate it . . . before thinking to get a photo. The photo below is of the half eaten arrangement, those empty sticks contained pineapple stars, speared grapes, chocolate covered strawberries, and more melon leaves. You will have to imagine how great it looked before we fell upon it.

THANK YOU to all  my sponsors, donors, my Warm Showers hosts, the motels that provided discounted and complimentary rooms, the hospitals, hospices, and friends who provided a bed, the Judith Karman Hospice staff and nurses, my relatives and friends, my family, all those many individuals who provided random acts of kindness along my route, and all of you who have followed the ride and inspired me to pedal on. It was wonderful to have your support and encouragement.,

I am now set to visit my VT bro, Peter, in a couple of days, and then will be back here in RI for a few days before returning home June 13th. Valerie has arranged a Welcome Home Breakfast for Tuesday, June 19th.

Here's a link to a news article that ran after Jess's and my visit to Aurora House in Spencerport, NY:

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Day 41--Holden, MA, to Upton, MA

Great breakfast of bagels & cream cheese, blueberries, strawberries, and good coffee this a.m. Yes, I drank a cup of coffee since I had a very short day ahead of me--ended the day with only 17 miles on the computer. Thank you for your hospitality Hugh, Beth, and Lewis! My stay with you was very relaxing: I felt like part of the family. Thank you Lewis for showing me your Lego village and the Lego movies you have developed. I have a feeling that you will be a famous person when you are an adult.

Hugh and Beth's house in Holden

After breakfast, Beth, Hugh and Lewis drove me to the southeast edge of Worcester and off I glided. Today was a dream day, particularly when compared with yesterday. Effortless cycling that felt like heaven. Hills were nothing. There was quite a bit of traffic and a bit of a headwind, but the traffic was polite and the wind was cooling on this very humid day.

I stopped to get a doubleshot coffee and fill my water bottles, and then stopped again in a little park called Ekblaw Landing a boat launch for Quinsigamond River and Lake Ripple. A guy was just coming back from a kayak paddle (see below).

Took a left in Grafton, an old fashioned, small town with a commons, wonderful old inn (see below) and large stately old houses.

Grafton commons

In no time I was in Upton. I called Jeanne Cunningham to get specific directions. Jeanne is a Hospice Nurse Case manager at Hospice of the North Shore and Greater Boston. Her house is at the top of a steep hill. I could not manage to pedal the hill, so arrived soaked to the skin from the heat, humidity, and effort of pushing B.O.B. up the grade. B.O.B. is mad at me because I yelled at him not to drag his (w)heel.

Jack and Jeanne Cunningham's old farmhouse

After lunch, Jeanne drove me to River Bend Visitor Center and Heritage Area on the Blackstone Canal, and we walked a short distance on the Towpath Trail. On the way back, we passed the Stanley Woolen Mill, famous for the blue of the Union Army uniforms. This particular blue is called Uxbridge Blue.

Jeanne looking down the Blackstone Canal near River Bend Farm; that's the towpath to the right of the canal

Presently Jeanne is showering, and her daughter Becky is getting ready for a graduation party. Becky just graduated from Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI) with a degree in Biomedical Engineering. Husband Jack is off kayaking on Cape Cod, so I will not get to meet him. Both Jeanne and Jack are cyclists, and Jack is a kayak and canoe competitor. Jeanne and Becky have turned the old farmhouse, three cats--one a Maine coon cat--and small greyhound dog (Vanessa), over me this evening while they celebrate Becky's graduation.

Tomorrow is the last day of the ride. It seems hardly possible. I do not feel as though I've been on the road for 41 days. Because of the last two days' route changes, I will ride 47 rather than 32 miles tomorrow. I will meet brother Phil at the beginning of the East Bay Trail south of Providence and he  will ride the last 10 miles with me.

Tune in tomorrow evening for the final report.

Days 41 & 42--Memory Miles to Marg

 On these last two days of my Heartland to Harbor for Hospice charity ride, I'm riding in loving remembrance of my Aunt Margret Rose Bloomer, affectionately known to all of her grown nieces and nephews as the Mugwump or Wumps (look up the Algonquin meaning in the dictionary).

Wumps was the last of our family to move from the Albany/ Schenectady area. She lived her last half dozen years in Bristol, Rhode Island, close to my oldest brother, Phil Schuyler, and his wife Lois. She was 86 when she died, but still active despite macular degeneration. On one of my last visits to her, for example, I rented a car and over a week drove 900 miles in the area just running Wumps on errands and shopping! She popped in and out of the car with alacrity.

Margie was my mother’s younger sister and a cross between a second mother and second sister to me. She never married but was truly the hub of our entire Bloomer-Schuyler clan, visiting often and taking as much interest in our lives, and delight in our spouses and children, as our parents did or would have.

As children we’d take the train unescorted from Schenectady to visit Marg in NYC where she lived with her mother, Lydia, and worked for the ACLU. In NYC we were excited to ride the subway, on buses, in taxis, on the Staten Island ferry, and even in the horse-drawn carriages in Central Park. I remember riding my first escalator and the thrill of riding up and down on the elevator in Marg & Gram’s Irving Place apartment near Gramercy Park.

Marg took us all over NYC—to Staten Island, Central Park, the Bronx Zoo, the Empire State Building, the Museum of Natural History, to see the Rockettes. When we got off the train in NYC, Aunt Marg would often take us into a small theater in the station where we viewed exciting newsreels and cartoons.

One of my favorite NYC places was the coin operated marvel of Horn & Hardart’s automat with its walls of glass-and-chrome, self-serve, vending machines. One put a coin in a slot near a windowed door and then opened the door and lifted out a sandwich, pie, or other dish. I always took great care to walk the entire wall and inspect the dish behind each door before making a selection.

Aunt Marg even took me to her ACLU office once. I remember circling a long table helping collate a large number of typed pages. Oh how the times have changed. I don’t believe anyone types or collates by hand anymore.

In 1962 Marg was asked to go to Turkey with Dr Patrick Murphy Malin, then executive director of the ACLU, who had been appointed president of Robert College in Bebek, a suburb of Istanbul. And thus began my wanderlust. I traveled in Italy, France, Germany, Austria, and Denmark; spent a summer working in a small hotel on Wyk auf Fรถhr, a German island in the North Sea south of Denmark; lived for 3 months in Munich, and then took the Yugo Express from Munich to Turkey where I met Margie and Grandmother Lydia and travelled with them in Turkey, Italy, Germany, and Austria. What larks we had!

These last two days to Bristol are for you, Wumps.

My sister Sarah Schuyler donated Memory Miles to Aunt Marg also. She says, “Throughout our time together, Aunt Marg was a wonderful combination for me of best friend, teacher, critic, sister-in-spirit, confidant and, most importantly, she gave me the unconditional love I needed and so appreciated. There’s so much more to say about the woman she was, but this is the gist of feelings from the connection of our hearts. I am forever grateful to have had her in my life.”

*Memory Miles were donated in fondest memory of Aunt Marg by me, my siblings, and my cousins and their families.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Day 40--Northampton to Holden, MA

I rode today  in memory of my maternal grandmother, Lydia Ballou Bloomer. She and her daughter, my Aunt Marg, lived in Pittsfield, MA, for several years in the late 50s early 60s, and when I was in Jr. High, they took me to Old Sturbridge Village in Sturbridge, MA.

I shall always remember Lydia for her wonderful camp on the Schoharie River where we Schuyler siblings spent our childhood summers; for her collection of field guides with which she helped me identify every bird, bug, fungus, reptile, fish, rock, flower or animal that I found; her tales of Ash Pelt and other Brothers Grimm-type fairy tales to which we Schuyler children would listen raptly while drying the dishes or setting the table; her crossword skills; and her impromptu grammar lessons. I still choke when faced with “will” and “well” the difference in pronunciation duly drilled one afternoon whilst riding in Lydia’s “Stoodie,” her green Studebaker.

Grandmother was an accomplished baker. I’d kneel on a chair next to the counter, and she would  let me cut with her wide wedding band tiny “cookies” from her pie dough. She would also peel apple pie apples in one long skin; when the skin fell to the counter, if it fell in the shape of your first initial you would get your wish. Of course I got many wishes, my first, middle, and last names all beginning with S. I was glad my name didn’t begin with Q or K or some other difficult letter.

Cousin Carolynn Bloomer Ludwig also donated Memory Miles today in memory of Grandmother Bloomer, her paternal grandmother. 

Knowing that this is probably as close as I will get to New Jersey and the Zayat connection, I will announce that today Albert Zayat of NJ, author of a Smashwords e-book One Rode In, donated Memory Miles in loving memory of his aunt Yvonne Zayat. Albert’s and Valerie Zayat Bloodgood’s fathers were brothers. Valerie is my good friend and the liaison and ride coordinator at the Judith Karman Hospice.

Today was BRUTAL! I started in the rain sans breakfast at 7:30 a.m., and got only 17 miles in three hours! Every time I put on the brakes the back brake would glue itself to the rim and I would have to get off and recenter it. Something was not right, but I inspected the bike repeatedly and could find nothing wrong--tires were inflated, no bubbles or debris in the tires, no part of B.O.B. rubbing, nothing wrong with the spokes, chain seemed fine, front wheel was true and not rubbing.

Also, the rain and the humidity were killers. I was soaked from both the rain and the exertion. There were many long winding hills. I walked at least half of them, some because I'd come down off one hill, apply the brakes, and then not be able to climb the next one because my back wheel was locked. The bike didn't feel right, so I was not doing any speeding downhill either.

I stopped in a small town and ate breakfast at a Dunkin Donuts, stopped to replenish my water at another town, ate some curry tuna and crackers. The engine really needed fluid and fuel. I didn't want to bonk like I had done on the ride into Schenectady. The route was very scenic and beautiful, but I could hardly concentrate on the scenery.

I finally called it quits at about mile 26 of the 40 I was supposed to ride. I called Beth Kirchner and Hugh Manon, my overnight hosts. The original plan was for Beth to pick me up at the tavern at Old Sturbridge Village and drive me to Holden where she and Hugh live. The next day they were to return me to Sturbridge where I would continue on to Woonsocket. Once again, the plan unraveled. Beth picked me up in Ware, MA. On the way to Holden, she and I stopped for lunch in Spencer, MA at the Five Loaves Bakery. Tomorrow I will be dropped off on the other side of Worcester and will pedal to Upton where Regina Cunningham, a hospice nurse, will provide the bed for the night.

Interesting church steeple taken in Ware, MA, while I was waiting for Beth to rescue me

Hugh taught film at OSU from 2002 to 2010. While in OK, Beth worked for Chesapeake. Hugh & Beth now live in Holden, MA. Hugh teaches film at Clark in Worcester, MA, and Beth works for Conservation Services Group in Westburrough, MA. They have a lovely house and and a son, Lewis, who just celebrated his 7th birthday.

Lewis Manon-Kirchner, Hugh Manon, and Beth Kirchner at the sunroom dinner table Friday night

After I'd showered and cooled off, Hugh drove me to a bike shop in Worcester. The mechanic there spotted the problem immediately. The seat stay dropouts were not positioned properly; thus, the rear tire was pulled to the side and the brakes, though centered would, of course, clamp to it. Thank goodness I did not have an accident. I felt like an idiot, though, because my inspection should have included close attention to the dropouts since Jess and I had removed both wheels to get the bike into the trunk of the rental car.

 Wanted to rest on this guardrail until I realized that the plant growing so prettily along it was poison ivy

In the midst of all this mechanical melodrama, my computer stopped registering properly. At that point I was ready to toss bike and B.O.B. over the guardrail. But I checked it out and realized that the plastic bag I'd placed around my handlebar bag to protect my gear from the rain had dislodged the computer a bit from it's handlebar bracket. I was glad I was able to remedy this problem. Without the mileage I was uncertain of my turns. IF I ever do a long, solo ride again (ha, ha), I'm carrying a smart phone with a talking GPS system on it. Should have had one with me on this trip. Duh!

Only two more days ahead of me. My bike, my bod, and my brain are all going bad on me. I think they are in cahoots. Tune in tomorrow for my ride to Woonsocket.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Day 39--2nd Day Off in Northampton, MA

Yes, if you do the math, my Birthday has warped into my Birth-days. I have not ridden my bicycle since May 20th when we rode from Little Falls to Schenectady. Jess rented a car that day and we drove it to Kingston on May 21st; to Mohonk and then to Hadley, MA, on May 22; and here I am on May 24th with my third day off. Tomorrow I will get back on the bicycle and pedal the last three days of my Heartland to Harbor for Hospice journey. And what a journey it has been!

Northampton's odd City Hall

The 1st church on the site was built in 1655, Cotton Mather was minister; 2nd church on site was built in 1661, Solomon Stoddard, minister; 3rd church on site was built in 1737, Jonathan Edwards was minister; the 4th church on the site was built to replace the 3rd; the 4th burned to the ground in 1876. This photo is of the fifth church built on the site. It was built in 1877 of sandstone in a Gothic revival style. Its interior is lit by Tiffany windows.
With the exception of lunch, I spent the day "getting organized." At noon, I met Earthwatch friend Ann Tompkins for lunch. We were expecting Jody Rosengarten to meet us in Northampton for lunch also, but she lives in southern Connecticut and suddenly realized that this was Memorial Day weekend. The traffic would be awful and she had a class to teach tonight, so had to cancel. Jody will come to brother Phil's place in Tiverton, RI, and we'll get together on June 11 instead.

The building that houses the Osaka Japanese restaurant

Ann and I walked Main Street a bit and then had lunch at Osaka, a Japanese restaurant. We both had salmon teriyaki lunch boxes and got caught up. Ann was supposed to go to Ghana on another Earthwatch in June, but needs unexpected surgery and treatment so had to cancel. Ann, at 79, has been on more Earthwatch Expeditions than any other person in the history of the program. I am proud of her.

Ann Tompkins, my Earthwatch friend

Ann also wrote a generous donation check to the JKH. Thank you Ann for your thoughtfulness and contribution! Followers: Now is the time to donate if you haven't already . . . and maybe even if you have already! I'd really like to raise at least $15,000, and am only $408 away by my calculations!

After Ann left, I went to the laundromat and washed a small load of clothes. While they were washing, I again walked the main drag. Northampton is known as an artistic, musical, and counter cultural hub and is very interesting with many unique "studenty" type stores and international restaurants.  There are five colleges in this area: Mount Holyoke, Amherst, U. Mass, Smith, and Hampshire College. On the way to Hadley yesterday we passed the Chinese Immersion School. While strolling Main Street, I bought an ordinary small coffee ice cream cone at The Chocolate Emporium . . . and nearly dropped it when the proprietor charged $5. Ouch!

Urban Outfitters in a huge old bank building

History of Women in Northampton mural across from the laundromat

After washing the laundry, I returned to the condo and repacked my B.O.B. bag. Now I am writing the day's blog and enjoying a cup of coffee. When finished, I will load up B.O.B. and then clean and oil the bike and inflate the tires. I'd like to get on the back roads of tomorrow's route early in the morning before I encounter much traffic. I must cross the river on 9E before turning east and heading for the tavern at Old Sturbridge Village, 40 miles away. At the tavern I will meet Beth Kirchner and Hugh Manon in whose home I will overnight. Hugh was a member of  the OSU English Department.

The Old School Commons building where Judy Allen has her condo

Tonight Judy Allen and I will go out to dinner. Report on that tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Day 38--Northampton, MA Day Off

I slept poorly last night. Nothing to do with the comfort of the bed or the hour, but more to do with a racing mind. Finally conquered the insomnia around 1 a.m. I am near the end of this journey and my mind was spinning with the logistics of these last five days.

The original plan was for me to stay at the HIE until Thursday when I would cycle to Northampton to meet Sherrill Harbison, a friend we met in Norway the year we were there; Jody Rosengarten and Ann Tompkins, two new friends I met this past March while on an Earthwatch Expedition in the Gulf of Mexico where we three helped scientists study the effects of the BP oil spill on wintering loons; and Judy Allen a woman with a connection to the Judith Karman Hospice and Oklahoma. Judy's Wilburton, OK, neighbor and family friend Bernice Ray was cared for by the Judith Karman Hospice in her last days.

Judy was on the Judith Karman mailing list and had offered her Northampton condo when she received word of my charity ride, but I had not heard from her, so Jess had gone on Priceline to get a good room rate for Tuesday and Wednesday nights. We were in the Holiday Inn Express in Hadley, MA, about six miles from Northampton. Jess is going to drive back to Schenectady today to box her bike and return the rental car to the Albany airport before flying home. I was to spend tonight at the HIE and Thursday night with a Warm Showers couple, Priscilla & Adam Novitt.

Judy Allen posing with my bike before we went to the Mosaic Cafe for dinner on the last night of my stay; thank you Judy for a great dinner and a good stay in your condo. It was fun living in your arty workshop for two nights.
Well, the best laid plans . . . Sherrill called and e-mailed last night to say that she would pick me up at the hotel and we'd have lunch today. I opened my e-mail at 7:15 a.m. to find that Judy had been away from her computer for a week and had just got my e-mail about the condo. It was available!

We called the front desk to ask if we could forego our second night without penalty. They said yes.  I called Judy immediately and we arranged to run to Northampton to get the condo key before Judy drove to work in Greenfield MA at the Hospice of  Franklin County where she is the Bereavement Coordinator. I then called Sherrill to tell her of the new pick-up location--condo not hotel. Ann called, and I got back to her. She and I and Jody are going to meet for lunch tomorrow (Thursday). Ann will call me when the two of them get to Northampton. Since the condo is located downtown, I should be able to walk to meet them in this very artsy town with many restaurants and unique shops.

Jess and I had just taken the bike & B.O.B. out of the car and reassembled them. Now we disassembled them, packed up our gear, and drove back to the condo. After getting me settled, Jess left for NY. I am going to miss her company these last few days . . . and her smart phone, and her encouraging personality: "Come on Mom! We can do it! We're closer than we've ever been before!"

One end of Judy Allen's condo which serves as her studio and workshop

Some of the fabrics that Judy has hung above her kitchen cupboards

Family photos, piano, and memorabilia from Judy's parents' home in Wilburton, OK

After Jessica left, I hooked up to the Internet again and e-mailed Adam and Priscilla to tell them that I was cancelling. Too bad. They sounded like a great cycling couple and I'd been looking forward to meeting them. Then I e-mailed my Sturbridge and Woonsocket overnights and gave them a head's up. Then I called brother Phil, who will meet me on the East Bay Trail and ride the last 10 miles or so with me. We made arrangements of where and when to meet.

Brother Phil with his "ancient Schwinn"; we will meet on Sunday and ride into Bristol together on the last day of the ride

Then I met Sherrill and we had a 2-hour lunch and got reaquainted. It was a great deli lunch and a good reunion. Sherrill and a brother and sister are leaving for ten days in Scotland on Memorial Day. Have a super vacation, Sherrill! You look wonderful, and I really enjoyed reconnecting with you over lunch.

Sherrill Harbison, Instructor of Scandinavian Studies, U Mass and a friend from our year in Norway

So . . . you can see that the logistics of such a ride can be all consuming . . . Time to pull the remainder of last night's dinner (half a calzone and salad) out of the fridge and veg out.