Day 10: Fredericksburg to Wimberley

Yahoo!  Ride those rollers!  58 miles, about 2,000 vertical ft broken up into short double black diamond ski slopes of speedy downhill runs where you stand on your pedals and tuck, trying to get as far up the next uphill as you can before you have to start pedaling again.

Alan and Charlotte stoke up one of a hundred small hills.

The important thing about today, though, is that we’re officially halfway across America.  It happened somewhere near Blanco,  (pronounced like “ankle” in proper Texan twang).  It’s a great feeling, though most rider comments were something like: “All this pedaling and only half way?”

Matt, Alan, Claire, Patty, Jane, Stu, Norman, and Terri lunch near the halfway point on the steps of the Blanco County Courthouse

Despite all that pedaling (or because of it), we’re giddy and energetic.  Jerry, in particular, may need to be sent home after being spotted trying on Kathleen’s sag costume. 

Jerry in his sag queen attire with the newest, strictly off-the-record, unofficial, not-Board sanctified Heartcycle sign. 

Last, but not least, it’s Carol’s birthday; so we’re headed to a local winery for dinner celebration (forgetting for the moment that we have 200 miles to cover in the next 2 days).  Happy birthday Carol!