We began our ride in Liege, heading up river, with the wind 'to our noses' as described by the captain. This made what looked like a pretty flat path feel very much like an uphill climb, not only to this wobbly legged blogger, but to the fitter members of our company as well. At our morning briefing, when the captain went over the maps (and gave extended history lessons which extended the start of our ride well into late morning) I saw that the boat would be in a lock a ways up stream. This became the carrot, so to speak, and I made it 5 km to the lock and rejoined the boat. I decided that upstream into a headwind was not my idea of fun, and besides, it looked like rain. And it did rain! The others came back soaking wet and exhausted.
Here is our group at the lock where we all ate lunch and I stepped onto the boat. The old man didn't do much riding after this trip either, and barely made it back to the boat. (Yeah, I know, he's only 25 years older than me...)
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The First Day of Riding
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