DAY 4 Ride — Road Closed, Sam Still Pedaling 🚴‍♂️🏕️ Breakfast was in the motel parking lot this morning.

Nothing fancy—yogurt, granola, fruit, and enough coffee to convince our bodies another ride sounded like a good idea. We circled up, talked through the day, and pointed ourselves toward 58 miles on the Natchez Trace. The days are starting to blur together out here. Bikes. Meals. Water bottles. Safety checks. Repeat. After a hot shower, clean laundry, and a real bed, today felt like a brand-new adventure. Sometimes it's the little things. The Trace was quiet and peaceful, and the miles were rolling by nicely until we ran into a road closure. Park Police looked at us and basically said, "That's as far as you're going." So we loaded the bikes into the SAG vehicle and drove the last 17 miles. No shame in that. Even adventures need a Plan B. Now let's talk about the kids. Everybody rode strong today. Little Kevin keeps amazing me. He might weigh 110 pounds soaking wet, but that kid can absolutely mash the pedals. Joshua stepped up too, staying focused and steady all day long. And Julissa? Another solid ride. She just keeps showing up and putting in the work. Now let's talk about Sam... the old white guy. 😄 Sam has been doing this ride for 11 years. At 79 years old, he's still out here pedaling in Mississippi heat. He rides his miles, hands things off, jumps into the support vehicle, and somehow makes it all look normal. It's not normal. It's impressive. I hope I'm still riding like Sam when I'm 79. Tonight we're camped beside another beautiful lake. It's quiet, peaceful, and there aren't many people around. Now if the crickets will stop holding their nightly convention outside my tent, I might actually get some sleep in my trusty home away from home. 🚴‍♂️😂 And once again, the best part wasn't the miles. It was watching young people grow, old riders keep inspiring us, and realizing every day on the road gives us another story worth telling.