Above: Crossing the Indian River in Delaware Left: An early-morning start in Hurricane, Utah Below left: A sign along the 111-mile ride in Alaska
The 111 miles were brisk. I took a few days off, caught some halibut and king salmon — but I’m already looking at maps again. People ask me what my favorite part of the trip was and I tell them it was two-fold. First, there is a deep satisfaction when you complete something that you set out to do — particularly something difficult. And secondly, there are indelible memories of kind-hearted, interesting people all along the way; people who made even a hard thing the most wonderful sort of adventure. Oh, and those maps? They are pointing to 58 National Parks. Hmmm ... Read more about Cindi’s adventure on her blog: www.50centuriesin50statesin 50days.blogspot.com
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