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I’m going to cheat a bit. Here’s our second day in numbers and pictures:
$0 – amount charged at the Staunton farmer’s market for some fresh mixed greens for my picnic lunch. (“I can’t charge you for that little bit,” the lady said)
1 – number of abandoned former “Lunatic Asylums” I saw (it’s a creepy place near the Frontier Culture Museum)
3 – the number of people it takes to wrangle some sheep into a pen for shearing at the Frontier Culture Museum
800 – miles I’ve ridden so far
8 – rooms toured at Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello
2- times we had to stop the bike quickly and close the lid of the trailer. Guess I’ve overloaded it because it won’t stay shut.
27 – the number of deer we saw after dinner, riding in the dark
5 – miles we made in on the Blue Ridge Parkway before the rain started.
lost count – the number of times I said ‘wow’ under my breath at the scenery on the parkway.
3950 – highest elevation we reached today
14k – my apparent internet connection speed judging by the rate at which my pictures of the day are uploading.
And not a number, but I’ll leave you with this comment overheard from a lady walking by the bike this morning outside of the hotel: [begin classic New Jersey accent] I like that one — it’s a big one.
And the day in pictures