After making sure I still had all the things I would not want to lose, I head over to the spectator area of the Backyard Trails stage. Lots of happy faces under a now clear sky watching the racers finish the very last bit of competition.
photo cred: Zac AvantOnce we got everyone in, it was time for the long eight mile slog back to the Savona Mill where our day originally began. A shitty climb up the now busy Tyvola Road and we get to the bike lane/path/good times. I'm riding with Watts now and he quickly realizes we're on the same route as the infamous Watts Fappening.
"I want to stop at a brewery." ~ Watts
A conversation ensues about which of the seven or eight breweries that we're about to ride by is the least douchey, most convenient, has the best beer selection, and wouldn't be (terribly) crowded. We decide on Unknown, and as we approach, we pull out of the peloton and park our bikes. I run in, make the purchase, we see Nathan and Bill Nye riding by, snag them, and now we are four. Finish our beers... roll in together. Not in time for me to get in the team photo tho.
The rest of the evening... things got hazy.
photo cred: Erik MinmanThere was that.
And some of this:
Things started to thin out, and eventually it was just Zac, Kate, Watts and myself. We had planned on sleeping... somewhere on property to kinda keep an eye on all our team stuff until cleanup the next day. Watts, who was unable to live the #vanlife because his van had given up on the "life" part that morning, slept in the back of his Honda Fit. Kate, Zac, and I huddled into the open-sided shipping container and melted into a beautiful slumber.
Yes, there is more to the story coming.