Hamilton Easter '64 Completes the Ride of a Lifetime
3,841 miles
68 days from start to finish
60 days of cycling and 8 built-in rest days
122,401 feet of climbing
273 hours of cycling

Congratulations!! In his own words, here is how Easter '64 describes his ride of a lifetime:

For those who are interested, this is a train of thought for my attempt to ride a bicycle across the US. Even though I bought my first 10 speed Schwinn Continental in grad school, I didn’t start seriously riding until about 1990 after I had begun my Orthopedic practice in Dover, Delaware. It was a great way to unwind. One of the first riding events that I did was The MS Bike to the Bay with John Glenn, a general surgeon, and Bob Radnich, OBGYN. We had a great time on that two-day 150-mile ride. At some point, I met up with the Dover bike riding group, who were all younger than me and I had a hard time keeping up with them but it was always fun. Sometime around 2006, at the age of 60, I began thinking of riding across the US. I realized that I would have to wait until I retired, in order to take that much time off, and also have the time to train. I retired at the end of 2012 and signed up to ride cross country in the fall of 2015 with Trek Travel. That plan was thwarted by total knee surgery in May 2015. A second plan for the fall of 2017 was also thwarted by a second total knee surgery. Dr. Phil Davidson did an excellent job of two knee replacements and I was soon climbing the hills of Park City. To add difficulty to the plan I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease in 2015. They say the third time's a charm, so in November of 2020, I hired a cycling coach and began training.

I didn’t publicize this attempt, because I didn’t want to explain to everyone why it never got off the ground, but it has gotten off the ground and my wife Barb and I started the adventure of a lifetime. We rented a Sprinter van for a support vehicle and on Saturday 10 July Barb and I set off for Oregon. On Sunday, July 11 we arrived in Astoria Oregon late in the afternoon on a beautiful sunny day. After checking into the hotel, we changed into our cycling clothes and headed to Fort Stevens Park on the coast. Upon arriving at the coast, I did the mandatory dipping of the bike in the Pacific Ocean, started my Garmin, and headed back for a short 16-mile ride to Astoria. A superb start to a long adventure. Over the next 68 days, we rode through an amazing country. The first part was along the Lewis & Clark trail, through canyons, valleys, and mountain passes. We went through Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, and Minnesota, crossing the Mississippi into La Crosse, Wisconsin. We then traveled south along the Mississippi, crossing the river into Iowa and arriving in Muscatine, Iowa on August 23. In Iowa, we passed by the site of The Field of Dreams. From there we crossed the Mississippi a third time and headed east. Mother nature smiled on us as we missed wildfires in Oregon and Idaho, but that smiling brought several days of 103-degree heat. From eastern Oregon to Montana, we saw endless fields of wheat, and in South Dakota and Iowa nothing but corn and soybeans. We pushed east through Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio with more corn, corn, and corn. We missed by less than a quarter-mile a tornado in Illinois. After Ohio, there was a short sprint through Wheeling West Virginia and into Pennsylvania and Pittsburgh. From Pittsburgh, we took the Great Allegheny Passage (GAP) into Cumberland, Maryland and the C&O Canal Towpath to Williamsport, Maryland. From there it was to Gettysburg and onto Lancaster, Pennsylvania. The final leg was south to Delaware and finally arriving in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware on Thursday, September 16 to a small group of loyal supporters.

I couldn’t have completed the trip without the support of my wife Barbara, my four children (Jennifer, Jamie, Jeff, and Katie), sister-in-law Linda, niece Christina, and good friends Chris, Cheryl, and biking buddies Tom and Jen, all of whom took turns driving the support van and cheering me on. Oh, I didn’t mention only one flat tire in South Dakota.