Christmas: Come as You Are
Only two days away from my eagerly anticipated destination, I departed Peninsula. My faithful recumbent trike sliced through the frigid morning air. My body was weary and my face numb, but I peddled on. I was completing the Ohio to Erie Trail (OTET) with George. We had been working on it off and on since summer. We usually rode a total of 40 to 50 miles, returning to our cars at the end of each day. Essentially, we were doing the trail northbound and southbound simultaneously. Upon our late afternoon return to Peninsula (we had …