Immediately, I knew it was my Dutch friends. I could see Willam squinting and leaning forward for a better look and it made me smile to hear him cheer my name as he pulled closer. They had left at 9 that morning (it was now 1) and waited out the rain in one of the Richmond battlefield areas. I traveled with them for a mere 2 miles or so before they stopped for liquids. With sorrow, we said goodbye as we both thought it would be the last time we would see each other but... ya never know.
It was a very scenic and historical bike ride through forests and small suburban neighborhoods. All over the road were memento's of the Union's invasion and attempt to capture the Confederate capital of Richmond in 1862. However, General Lee would beat back Mcclellan's forces and the Union army would not be back into the area until 1864. It was interesting stuff.
So, as with most days, I just biked and listened to music... And I loved it. It's funny to finally be able to tell people I'm going to California and they don't think I'm crazy because they know about the trail. However, as I found out at a rest stop, some people still think I'm "doggawn fuckin crazy". So eh, whatever.
Going to try to get up earlier than I have been tomorrow. Goodnight.
My Friends from the Netherlands
One of the numerous battlefields
Idk if you can read it but this guy was killed right around the church I had stayed the night before about 20 miles back down the road.
Waited out another downpour here.
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