220 miles in memory of my Dad, who passed away a year ago today. From suburban Maryland I got well into the lovely Virginia countryside, avoiding nearly all of the end-of-Thanksgiving-weekend traffic. Temperatures actually climbed into the low 60s and the sky cleared beautifully, making it a lovely day to ride and think and reflect and remember. When I got home I found that the bike has now traveled a total of 65,501 miles, of which 31,000+ are by me.
The "destination" for today's ride was a bed and breakfast, a couple miles up the road from a five-star hotel and restaurant in the otherwise unremarkable crossroads of Washington, VA. We'll be dinner guests there in January courtesy of a friend, and in order to avoid having *any* sort of time pressure we'll stay a night or two in the area. As I anticipated, the B&B setting is quaint, pastoral, bucolic, and very, very rural. Just what I'm looking for.