The Journey Home

On Sunday, our intrepid group parted ways. Cousin’s bike was still in Vermont and he and his wife were still in a rental car.

It was decided that Uncle and Aunt (who are retired) would accompany them to Vermont. They’d return the rental car and then ride Uncle’s bike back to Indiana so Cousin could return to work. Uncle and Aunt would then remain in Vermont and, when ready, would ride Cousin’s bike back to Indiana.

Meanwhile, my Brother and I decided to head back to Mom and Step-dad’s place to spend an evening with them before heading home.

Boy, we sure can complicate a simple vacation, can’t we?

At any rate, we parted ways. Brother wanted to hit route 1 for a while and ride it along the coastline, so this we did.

The east coast version of the Coast Highway isn’t nearly as impressive as its western relative, but it was a nice ride and, at times, gorgeous. We even got to see a couple of Maine’s attractions like the Penobscot Bridge Observatory

and Fort Knox (the one that’s not in Kentucky)

For lunch, we stopped at the world famous Moody’s Diner for a snack and the best piece of Apple Pie I’ve had in years…including my own, which is saying a lot because I make a mean apple pie.

We stopped for the night in Fishkill New York. I asked the hotel clerk if she was embarrassed to tell people where she lives. She replied “not at all…then again, I don’t live in Fishkill, I just work here…”

The next day we continued on to Commodore PA and had a nice evening with Mom and Stepdad on their farm.

After one of Mom’s patented “you’ll gain ten pounds in ten minutes or less” breakfasts, I headed out the next morning and scooted for home. The GPS said travel time on the route it laid out was 6 hours and 35 minutes. I left at 10am and got home at 5:05. 7 hours and 5 minutes total. Not bad…but boy was my butt tired. I only stopped three times, twice for a splash of gas and once to check the GPS for a better route…didn’t find one.

By riding that hard, I was able to miss the various rush hours in the various cities I had to pass through and made really good time.

Anyway, back home again in Virginia safe and sound.

Final Tally:

Days on trip: 12
States Visited or passed through: 12*
Beginning Mileage: 51981
Ending Mileage: 55666
Total miles traveled: 3,685
Sights seen, camaraderie shared and families ties tightened: Priceless

Tomorrow I’m going to put up a final post with some of the other pictures and perhaps some thoughts…but mostly pictures.

*Unique visits not including home state of VA. The route took me from VA – WV – KY – OH – IN – OH – PA – NY – VT – NH – ME – NH – MA – CT – NY – PA – MD – VA for a total of 18 state visits.

5 thoughts on “The Journey Home

  1. Kurt,

    Let me just say how much I've enjoyed these posts. I grew up near Bangor, and so spent a lot of time at Acadia National Park (and Ft. Knox; and you would have driven right past my old Scout camp).

    Moody's Diner is the absolute sniznit (or whatever the Young Folk say these days), and you go for the pie. Not that the food is bad, but the pie is a flashback to when America won the Cold War.

    Thanks for posting all this.

  2. BTW, you need to go riding Harleys with reader Burt in New Hampshire. He'll take you shooting, too. Our age.

    Let me know if you go back that way, I'll make the intros.

  3. Thanks for reading. I wish I was better at creative writing rather than just technical narrative, the trip really was much better than I made it sound.

    I'll be sure to let you know the next time I'm headed up that way. I don't go North too often because of all the communist governments one has to pass through to get up there, but you never know…

  4. It's almost like you got hold of my GPS routes from when I was in Maine a few years ago. You probably passed through Camden without stopping, by the looks of everything, which is a real shame.

  5. I'm taking a 4 day weekend in the middle of August to hit the Smokies, and Deal's Gap in particular. You know you want to come along. 😉

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