We walked nearly 12 miles on our last day in Richmond. Because of that we don’t have many photos!
We started out touring the Governor’s mansion. It’s the oldest still-lived-in Governor’s mansion in the US and is on the grounds of the state capitol. We also took a tour of the capitol, which was designed by Thomas Jefferson.
After lunch downtown, we walked ~3.5 miles along the river to Maymont, “a 100-acre Victorian estate and public park in Richmond, Virginia. It contains Maymont Mansion, now a historic house museum, an arboretum, formal gardens, a carriage collection, native wildlife exhibits, a nature center, and Children’s Farm.”
The home was incredible and our tour guide was great. The Dooleys, who built the house, were childless so they donated the home, furnishings, outbuildings and grounds to the city for the public to enjoy. It’s a great resource for the city.
We also found a dinosaur:
After dinner and a movie to kill some time before our midnight bus to Charlotte, NC, we hung out in the always-classy Greyhound terminal:
By 7am we were in Charlotte!
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In the two years since I last posted, a lot has changed. Notably I rode my second double century, moved back into Boston proper, got married, and started working as a software engineer. Not necessarily in that order.
Right now Charly and I are in Richmond, VA exploring the city and surrounding areas.
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Italy has been a blast. I’ve ridden every day for the past 9 days, so I’m taking today off as a rest day.
We interrupt this regularly scheduled programming to bring you the insane weather we are currently experiencing in Bergamo, Italy.
Except for the white power graffiti in the RV park’s bathroom and getting intentionally coal rolled, day four was great.
Oh, and the murderer in the woods.
Continue reading “Stagecoach 400 – Day 4, Anza to Black Canyon Campground”
It’s hard to put day 3 into words so this post will be brief. It was the most physically and mentally challenging day I have ever had on a bike. In Morgan’s words, “It was bullshit. Hell on earth.”
(He also said he’d do it again.)
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