The photo is hard to see but that's Billy Starr making a scene- it's 3:04 and his ferry was supposed to leave at 3!!!
We're waiting for our high speed ferry on the dock. Billys "party boat" is for veteran riders. We'll have tickets for that soon enough.
For now, we're just lucky to have gotten on ANY ferry! We finished at 11 and with our ferry scheduled to leave only 45 minutes later, we knew there was no way we'd make it. We needed food, showers and most of all, we needed to enjoy the overwhelming moment that had just happened. So we approached a volunteer to see about bumping back our departure time (and I might add that these volunteers were AMAZING the entire time) but the news wasn't good... The ferry was over a mile away... and even though that's nothing compared to 192 miles of biking, the prospect of lugging our bikes, bags and tired asses another mile was just too much. Thankfully, after some cajoling, we landed ourselves a on standby for the 3:45 ferry, which will give us a minute to sit, relax, have a beer and revel in what we've just accomplished.
Then- Home. Sleep. Refuel. The last part will be helped along by Les and Danielle's Day of Pampering tomorrow- hour long massages, hair cuts, and a Coldplay concert (which we'll be getting to via limo!). After all that we'll do more thoughtful recaps. For now we're just happy to be heading home and thankful for an unforgettable first PMC weekend.
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