
Without all those years of setting up camp in the rain,
trotting to campground restrooms in the middle of the night and sleeping on the
ground, I don’t think we would truly be able to appreciate the comforts of The Wanderer. We felt we were in
luxurious accommodations!
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Stoker's View |
We were in Georgetown for the 38th Annual Horsey Hundred bicycle ride. We have lost track of the number of times we have participated in this ride. In all the
previous years we stayed in the noisy, college dorms with down the hall showers and restrooms; slightly better than sleeping
in tents. Did I mention how much we appreciate The Wanderer?
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Stoker's View |
Horse country rates right up there with East Tennessee as
a favorite place to ride. Riding the rolling hills past horse farms and green
pastures is a tandem team’s dream.
We couldn’t help but think about the many friends with
whom we have shared this experience and there were a lot of “remember whens.”
Over the past 10 days, I (ABN) read a book (Storm
Clouds Rolling In, the first of Ginny Dye’s Bregdan Chronicles) and
finished a cross stitch piece started 14 years ago. Captain slept late,
tinkered with The Wanderer and read A
Wrinkle in Time. Together we cycled 188 miles, connected with friends and
enjoyed a new adventure. Yep, we think we will like retirement just fine!
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