This morning was a slow start for me. I think I was woken up in the middle of a dream or something because I just kept fumbling around and it took me forever to get packed. I struggle without coffee, and I'm total dead weight when it's 6am.
My back brake also slowed me down again because I couldn't resist tinkering some more, but I got it working well enough to ride and headed out with the sweep riders. After riding towards the front for most of the first day riding, being in the back was actually really enjoyable. The pace was same, and there was no pressure to catch up with anyone although eventually did.
There were some really cool swamps we biked past, one of which had a little hut built out over the water that we went to explore. Aside from the field of corn and wheat, the few interspersed swamps and lakes provided an intriguing and much appreciated change of scenery, not to mention good chances to stop for a break, chat a bit, eat some food, etc.
Once we arrived at the church in the teeny tiny town of Waverly, VA, we got settled in and made good use of their hose for a refreshing but frigid hose shower. I don't think the next door neighbors quite knew what to think seeing a large group of people walking around in spandex and underwear. It was at this point I discovered I had left my big soft towel back in Suffolk at the church from the night before. My grogginess in the morning had caused me to forget my super soft towel...so sad. Luckily I found another little quick-dry towel packed with my camping pillow from trips pasts so I was able to avoid having to drip dry.
The main attraction in Waverly is Peanut Museum (the first in the USA and the world's only!), which on the grounds of this house and folk art museum containing the work of a woodcarver/sculptor from Waverly. This old lady gave us the royal tour around the house, which she apparently lived in. (A small aside: the work was super creepy). We ended up spending the better part of the afternoon there before wandering back to the church and enjoying another delicious dinner after a day of biking. Much needed was the large massage train session after dinner on the front steps in which we all learned who's got the strongest hands and/or actually knows what they're doing. Stiff shoulders and tension quickly melted away into fits of laughter and frantic shuffling around to switch partners.
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