Columbus, MS
Clark Taylor rode the Meandering Mississippi with us last year. This afternoon, just as we were about to relax, the phone in our room rang - . "Do you know who this is?" crooned the soft southern voice on the other end of the phone. "Of course I do. This is Sondra." I was wrong. "It's Clark, and I'm in the lobby. Can I come down to your room?" This began a rolling reunion as we called to the other women who were with us last year and are with us again on this year's ride. For two hours we chatted and laughed - a lot - and reminisced and took photos. Two weeks ago Clark finished the Southern Tier. She is still on the high that comes with touching the Pacific Ocean on day and the Atlantic Ocean 7 weeks later - while riding your bicycle from town to town. She has gotten stronger, leaner, more confident, and, if possible, more beautiful. Columbus is Clark's home town. Her father was Mayor when she was a small child. Her brother lives nearby, just across the Alabama state line, and she had come for a couple of days to visit. While here, she was headed to check out her girlhood home, make a stop at the cemetery, and all of the other things we do when we return to our roots. When she spotted a group of cyclists she had to stop and find out if there was a new bike club in town. That was when she was Marni and Chris, sisters who rode with us last year, and that is how she found us at the Holiday Inn. I will add photos later.
Other than the wonderful reunion, we spent a leisurely day. Massages, a walk into town with Mary, lunch at a wonderful little restaurant, and back to our home for the day. After Mary finishes her massage we will answer that old age question, "Why do the cyclists cross the road? when we head to Chili's for dinner.
Tomorrow is an 80-mile day. We need to lube our chains. Until tomorrow. Holly & Judi
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