During my first European bike tour, I pedaled along la Cote Opale: the French shore of the English Channel. It was difficult not to think about all of the wars that ravaged Calais, from Edward III's siege in 1347 to the Nazi invasion of 1940. But even when I wended along the coast through more bucolic towns like Montreuil-sur-Mer and villages like Neufchatel-Hardelot, it was difficult not to remember that, as the sea lapped on their shores, blood once ran through their streets and mortar shells strafed the air where breezes flickered leaves and flowers.
I got to thinking about that today, on the 75th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. I have never been to Hawaii, but I can only imagine what I might feel if I were to ride the Pearl Harbor Bike Path--especially if I were to see this:
Actually, there are sights other than those mothballed warships along the path. From what I've read, though, it's far from the most scenic bike route on the islands, even if parts of it look pleasant:
I got to thinking about that today, on the 75th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. I have never been to Hawaii, but I can only imagine what I might feel if I were to ride the Pearl Harbor Bike Path--especially if I were to see this:
Actually, there are sights other than those mothballed warships along the path. From what I've read, though, it's far from the most scenic bike route on the islands, even if parts of it look pleasant:
