Ft. Wadsworth, finally.  Long day in the saddle.  Fine start to the day with coffee and bagels while sitting outside on the terrace of the 5th floor of the TJAG building.  And as an added treat, there were a group of soldiers doing PT in the parking lot below.
Oh for the days of the voice saying "at double arm intervals, move" "one step to the left, uncover", "ground your canteens".  Music to my ears.  And now I am on "ish" speak.
Beautiful start to the ride.  Sunny, cool, and great roads and scenery. Then it goes sour.  Miles of interstate, heavy truck traffic, and heat.
Finally the toll bridge to Staten Island.  Pay the toll, nice four lane road, GPS is doing its thing, and then wham. Roads turn to crap, all the cars in NY surround us and the GPS decides to have us turn every fifty feet in one direction or another.  So I look at the GPS, make sure there are 3 headlights behind me, watch for street signs, and try not to get run over or hit someone or thing.   And lo and behold after 30 exciting minutes and 5 miles I see the Verrazano Bridge in the distance.  We arrive at the Navy Lodge, and high fives all round. 
We decide to order in.  Kim and Martha call the Chinese place and Lou and I head for the local store to get beer.
We grab two six packs, and I ask the lady "do you take credit cards'?  "Cash arooney only" she says.  $25 for two six packs.  Welcome to NYC.  I would have paid twice that....
In bed by 9.
Off we go this morning to the big city.  At what time and where is TBD.


Apparently there are two blogs. This one, and another which has one posting describing our Charlottesville day.  I'll try to put them on this one only.

Chuck