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Friday afternoon I rolled into my parents driveway on my bicycle--something I had done many times before---but this time it took me 1480 miles to get there. It was more milage than I expected, but I often found that a 50 mile ride via the highway, could be 90 miles on the backroads...not to mention wrong turns. My parents were very glad to see me. In this picture above I told my mom to look like she missed me, which I don' think was very hard for her. Friday night my parents took me out to dinner. My dad said, "Order whatever you want...kill the fatted calf my son is home."
Saturday I was able to compete in a Dragon Boat race tournament with my dad.As you can see from the picture the boats look like big canoes. When everyone's timing is right, you can really get moving. Our team was pretty solid. His company enters a team every summer and I've had a chance to jump in on the team a few of the years. They're sprint races, so it was a little different mindset from biking the last 3 weeks. Saturday night my sister Kate and her husband Bill came in from the city for dinner--- it was a treat to see them.
It's always good to be home, but I think I have a new appreciation for familiar places after being in a new town every night. Saturday night I rode my bike over to my friend Jason's parents' house for an engagement party--he had proposed that afternoon. There's a distinct summer smell by the lake here in town, which reminded me of my junior high days,when I would walk around at night with my friends causing trouble. Jason is the friend who I stopped to see in East Troy at camp on Thursday night (see the picture below). Some of the staff is still around from the summer when I worked there. They gave me a warm reception, a hearty camp meal and a bunk in one of the cabins.
Today, Sunday, I woke about at about 9am and had breakfast. I thought I would just lay down on the couch for a bit and I ended up falling asleep until 3pm. When I finally woke up, my mom was at the top of the stairs and she said "I'm glad you're listening to your body, you've probably been pushing yourself every day and not realizing how tired you are."---this is actually one of her famous sayings. She might be right...but I wouldn't have done things differently. Most days on the road I was so jazzed about the trip that all I could think about was getting on my bike---especially the first week, despite all the rain.
So I'll be stationary for awhile. This week I'll be the best man in my friend Tim's wedding. Then I'll hang around until July 16th, when my brother will be married to his fiance Nicky in the Bahamas and then we'll fly back to Crystal Lake for a big reception. I plan to be back on the road by the end of July, which is when my housemate Melissa will join me for the first 150 miles on our way to a gathering of communities in central IL. In the meantime I will be sure to post some pictures of the weddings and maybe some 1-2 day bike trips I will be taking...so don't forget about me. My housemate Chris helped me place some links on the page, one of them gives you an idea of the route I will be following for the rest of the trip. Thanks for all of your faithful prayers and correspondence so far. Love and peace.