I slept till 8:00 this morning. The last month we were long gone by that hour. Kirk and I had planned a leisurely day at Tybee, the biggest thing on the agenda was trying to figure out how to pack my gear without exceeding the airline weight limit and without having to rent a car to help us get a box shipped back home with the extra gear. We got it all in with no problem. Had a low country breakfast at "The Breakfast Club" a block from the hotel.
I fell asleep at 11:30 a.m. and slept for three hours! Don't know when that has last happened. I think it might be one of several body transitions I go through in the next few weeks.
Barry Bergman, one of our riders, got a GI bug in Perry, GA and elected to stay back a day rather than having to SAG ahead. So today was his ride-in day to Tybee. Two other riders, Diane Rappaport and Steve Dieball rode out to the rendezvous-point from which we all rode in together yesterday. They rode with him into the hotel and Donna Allen, another rider, and her three kids had cheers and balloons for him when he rode across the threshold. Kirk and I had dinner with Barry and Diane tonight and the Sting Ray across the street from the hotel. We finished our meal just as the sky opened up with a big, big rain. How gracious the weather god was on us for 26 days.
One other coincidence of note. Barry was pulling out of the hotel in Metter to ride to Tybee when the PAC Tour trucks were fueling up at the gas station right next to the Waffle House and the Metter hotel. So Barry got to say farewell to Lon and Susan and a couple other crew who were helping drive the PAC vehicles back to Wisconsin, home of PAC Tour.