YWCA-NYC 33rd Annual Salute Luncheon
Well, Rach has done it again. The YWCA of the City of New York is recognizing Rachel, amongst several other notable women of New York, as part of its Salute to Women Leaders. Congratulations, Rachel!
Well, Rach has done it again. The YWCA of the City of New York is recognizing Rachel, amongst several other notable women of New York, as part of its Salute to Women Leaders. Congratulations, Rachel!
I've recently discovered the Westchester Cycling Club, a group of recreational bicycle riders here in Westchester county, just north of Manhattan. It's taking me a little to get used to riding in a group with a faster pace (I'm used to riding slowly all day long), but I'm having a great time and learning nice routes around here.
American Ballet Theatre, ABT, opens its City Center Season Wednesday, which continues through November 5th. ABT's City Center Season gives the company a chance to demonstrate a broad repertoire of more modern works, in contrast to its more traditional full-length ballets that mark its Metropolitan Theater performances.Tonight Rachel is being recognized by Teachers College of Columbia University as one of four distinguished Alumni for her accomplishments since getting her graduate degree from Columbia. (Her admittedly-biased husband notes that she's reached this accomplishment more quickly than the other three distinguished alumni being recognized tonight.)
It's official. Today, after 4,413.9 miles, my rear wheel having been dipped in the Pacific 90 days ago, today I completed my TransAmerican bicycle tour when my front wheel touched into the Long Island Sound, which flows around Long Island to the Atlantic. This brings closure to my adventure in which I've enjoyed the people, the wildlife, the scenery, and the history of America. I complete my adventure with wonderful memories, but even more, a greater appreciation of what I have here. I'm thrilled to be back, to be with Rach, and I'm ready to get back to work.
Here are all of my blog postings for my 2006 bicycle trip across the country, listed in chronological order. Hopefully this gives you a flavor of my adventure this summer. Feel free to click on a link and then just hit your browser's "back" button to return to this page:
Well, at last, I've made it home, riding 65 miles from Poughkeepsie to Bronxville. It was a hilly day, and was foiled on several occasions by New York roads prohibiting bicycle traffic, but after a few detours, I made it home, safe and sound. It is great being home again after 4,400 miles on the road for the last three months. After a quick tour of our house's renovations, Rach and I ran out for a great dinner at Zafran, our local Indian restaurant and we're calling it a night. Tomorrow I hope to complete my trip with a short jaunt to the ocean and back.
Today was another 50 mile day, as I rode across the Hudson River, through Poughkeepsie, just shy of Wappingers Falls. This puts me, with great anticipation, within one day's riding from home, merely another 55 miles. I plan on another day's riding after that to dip my front wheel in the Atlantic (having dipped my rear wheel in the Pacific those many weeks ago), but my excitement in seeing Rach, the cats, and home is palpable.
I had a spot of rain today, but none is forecast tomorrow. Regardless of the cold weather forecast, my numerous layers of clothing keep me warm, just as the anticipation of getting home warms my heart.
Today was a nice, 50-mile ride from Schoharie to Catskill, along the northern edge of the Catskill Mountains. It was hilly, but not unduly so, and the next two days should be more level as I will ride along the Hudson River, back to home. While I have avoided the snow storms that have recently struck Buffalo, my ride today was through cool, yet pleasantly sunny, weather, as I enjoyed more wonderful views of the fall colors.
It turns out that today's rains tapered off by mid-day, so I actually logged 30-or-so hilly miles through the northern extremities of the Catskill Mountains from Palatine Bridge to Schoharie. The weather was cool (low to mid 50s), but the sun peaked through the clouds briefly and the autumn colors were in their full glory.
Yesterday's hilly, 60-mile ride in cool weather from Syracuse to Utica was pleasantly uneventful. Today's short, 40-mile ride on to Palatine Bridge was marred by both a flat tire (easily fixed) and cold, rainy conditions (not as easily fixed). My spirits were buoyed today, though, by yet another demonstration of the generosity of strangers: A grandmother offered to buy me dinner, which simultaneously reminded me of the kindness found in America's heartland, as well as made me realize how haggardly I must have appeared in order to generate this sort of spontaneous sympathy. I thanked her profusely and finally convinced her that I really wasn't some random, down-on-his-luck itinerant.
On Sunday I enjoyed a wonderful morning with Lee and Andrea Moore, and their two children, Lindsay and Daniel (pictured here). We fed the barn animals and then enjoyed three extremely scary trips through the haunted teepees constructed with corn stalks that featured jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, goblins, and skeletons. Fun was had by all (except, maybe the skeletons).
In Syracuse, I visited Tipperary Hill, a formerly Irish neighborhood that has the distinction of this unique stoplight. Legend has it that the Irish immigrant youths took exception to the stoplight in which, as customary, had the green light (the "Irish" color) below the red light (the "English" color). These plucky immigrants repeatedly shot out the lights until authorities yielded and installed a light with the green light above the red light (see pictured here). As far as I know, it's the only light of its kind in the U.S.: I was introduced to this intersection when I bicycled from Rhode Island to Michigan in the 90's and I felt compelled to visit again, celebrating both my Irish heritage and my bike tour from all those years ago.
As I have cycled across the United States, I've seen many impressive sites. Witnessing the sheer magnitude of Niagara Falls inspires true awe, matched by few destinations. This, combined with the emotional release of entering the U.S. again, made this a special day.
My only company was the occasional heron with majestic 6' to 9' wingspans that, as I approach silently on my bicycle, languidly take off, glide above the still waters of the canal, alight on the canal's shores a hundred yards ahead, only to repeat the process as I once again approach them.
I re-entered the U.S. today as I cycled from Port Dover, Ontario, over the Rainbow Bridge overlooking the spectacular Niagara Falls, and into New York. The rains have yielded to bold, brisk northern winds, the fall colors are close to peaking and it's wonderful, albeit chilling, cycling weather.
It is an emotional milestone to reach New York: While Rachel and I have moved frequently over the years, many of which I have spent commuting across the country, now that we have settled in New York, my arrival rewards me with a satisfying sense of belonging and well-being. There are hundreds of miles yet to ride, yet I am already home.
After a good day riding through the autumn colors two days ago from Blenheim to Port Burwell, my arch nemesis, the rain, cut short my ride yesterday on my way to Port Dover. Worse, rain is forecast for all day today and tomorrow, so I probably will not make any forward progress until Thursday! New York is tantalizingly close, but I probably will not hit Niagara Falls until Friday. Port Dover is charming, but a bit short of amenities, so I have been flying through my books and having a chance to relax the legs.