It was great to finally reach the first lake, Summit Lake Reservoir. The road bisected the easternmost part of the lake so that I had water on either side. When I reached the second reservoir, Prairie Creek Reservoir, I could tell it was much more of a recreational area with parks, beaches, and marinas.
I took in the scenery as I made my way around the northern tip of the lake and returned to the south to travel the western shores of the two reservoirs. I stopped at one point to have a rest and something to eat. I posted a selfie to FaceBook and then took a picture of my bike against the beauty of the lake and the sky.
I made it all the way home. I told my daughter I was glad no one answered their phones. I really wanted to be able to finish my ride. I didn't give up. 91 miles. A bit short of a century. But I planned for the adventure and not for the number of miles.
I remember thinking as I rode under 70. They call it a freeway. But riding my bike under my own power to go where I want to go is more of a free way to travel.