My parents number one priority for Abby and me was our education. We were exposed to limited tv, an abundance of books and we played games like brain quest, trivia pursuit and scrabble. Things were no different when we were on vacation. They would try to incorporate as many “educational opportunities” as possible as we traveled across the country. We visited museums, studied nature and learned about the local areas we visited. One of the most memorable was during our road trip from San Francisco to Seattle.
In between camping and hiking, my parents thought that we should stop in and learn about the local economy. When we drove through Tillamook, Oregon Abby and I were treated to the educational experience of the Tillamook cheese factory. Because honestly, what vacation wouldn’t be complete with a tour of that?
While the tour was certainly educational, both Abby and I swore off eating cheese for months afterwards. To this day, when I think back to that trip, my stomach gets a little queasy. No one should ever be exposed to that much cheese product.
It is nice to know that not much has changed with my parents. Even though Abby is 30 and I am 27, my parents are still concerned with our education. Yesterday after a morning stroll on the beach, we drove over the Hyannis to learn about the local economy through a tour of the Cape Cod Potato Chip Factory.
While it didn’t last long, the tour was filled with loads of information and we all left feeling just a little bit smarter. The free samples didn’t hurt either!
Thank you Mom and Dad for continuing to educate me and find free food to keep my belly happy!
We all made it across the finish line in Provincetown yesterday. The only problem we faced was my dead cell phone battery which prevented my regular blog posting. I had tried to send a final post yesterday just neorealism 12:30 when my mom and Terry crossed the finish line but I was faced with technical difficulties.
The weekend was a huge success with lots of smiles and a big sense of accomplishment. Together the 5 of us raised over 20,000 dollars and received support from over two hundred people.
I feel extremely lucky to have had the opportunity to complete the pmc 3 times. I certainly hope that I can continue to participate in the weekend for years to come.
Thank you to everyone who donated to my ride. A special thanks to my grandparents who supported all 3 of us and followed the ride the entire 191 miles through my blog! You can now sleep easy knowing we are save and sound!
After 4 hours of riding abby, Matt and I made it to provincetown. Today was hard. I was too tired to blog at the rest stop. I needed every spare moment to rest, eat popsicles, and fluffernutters.
My mom is still out of the road (don’t worry, we didn’t leave here that was the plan). Abby and I are going eat some food and meet her as she crosses the finishline. I am so proud of her and feel lucky to have had the opportunity to have to done this ride 3 times.
Thank you to everyone who donated to my ride. I couldn’t have done it without you.
We finished day one a few hours ago. While my body handled the ride ok, my phone couldn’t handle the over flow of blogs and it is now dead. Hopefully I can figure something out before tomorrow.
Thank you for the well wishes! Please keep them coming. They help when your muscles start to ache.
Ahh lunch. Never before has food tasted so glorious. I just stuffed my face with a sandwich, orange slices, a plum, popcorn and cookies. I am refueled and ready to go.
Abby suffered TWO flat tires and Terry, our family friend who is riding with us, broke his chain. But we all arrived to lunch in one piece.
Matts leg is holding up but he is complaining about the fact that I dropped him on the last stretch. Apparently you aren’t supposed to leave a man behind. He said he is now looking for a new fiancé along the ride. It sounds like his feelings are a little hurt…
40 more miles!
As it gets later, the streets become lined with more and more spectators. Some of them have family members riding, others live along the route and others have a more personal connection to the ride.
As we pedal along many people thank us for riding. During the last 17 miles, we rode by one man who said “thank you for riding. It is the money that you raise that saved my wife’s life this year.”
It is things like that that make the 190 miles seem easy.
We all made it to the first rest stop with no problems. It is a little chilly out, but no rain in the forecast so I am happy.
Things will start to get crazier on the sides on the roads now since spectators are waking up and have had at least one cup of coffee. Hopefully I can take some video (and not fall off my bike).
See you in 17 miles…