74 miles, 490 feet of climbing
It seems fair to say that every bit of climbing today was a bridge over either I-95 or one of the many rivers we crossed. Being the last day, some packed up there bikes and were gone by the evening. Others, including Melanie and I, stayed over night before departing. One rider was riding on to Fort Lauderdale, 300+ miles for crows.My first order of business on getting in was taking my bike apart and getting it into its travel box. The chain measured out close to being stretched out. With the amount of grit flung at it over the trip, it seemed best to toss it out. When I pulled the frame apart, I was able to pour out some water that had gotten into the tubes. Except for the trial and error determining the correct sequence for putting everything into the box, everything went fine.
Now on to the rest of our vacation. We’re going to sample Hilton Head Island and then Charleston and whatever we see in between. Thanks for riding along and look for my wrap up posting, eventually.
Last day photos:
