Packed everything on the tandem one more time and rode to Bar Harbor. Spread out on the Village Green and packed everything into a couple of boxes to mail home. The boxed tandem and gear weighed about 130 lbs. Robbins Motel.
Living & Learning
Monday, August 9, 2004
Packing the Tandem
Packed everything on the tandem one more time and rode to Bar Harbor. Spread out on the Village Green and packed everything into a couple of boxes to mail home. The boxed tandem and gear weighed about 130 lbs. Robbins Motel.
Sunday, August 8, 2004
Hiking in Acadia National Park
Shoe shopping for Mac because he wore out his soles. Hiked to the top of Cadillac Mt.
The trail we took down to Bubble Lake is very steep.
Saturday, August 7, 2004
Long Pond Lake
Rode our tandem unloaded to Long Pond Lake. Rented a canoe and paddled for several hours.
Saw a loon fishing from a close distance. Cool and refreshing swim.
Friday, August 6, 2004
Oceanarium
Oceanarium: touch tank, lobster museum, and lobster hatchery. Maine has rules to protect lobster populations. To harvest, a lobster must be larger than a specified size, smaller than a specified size, have no eggs on its tail, and no notch in its tail. If a lobsterman finds a lobster with eggs in his trap, he can notch the tail before he lets it go. Another lobsterman cannot harvest that lobster even if it no longer has eggs because it has been marked as a reproducing female. The number of lobsters being harvested in Maine continues to increase. No one knows what’s happening in the ocean.
Thursday, August 5, 2004
Sunset Sea Kayaking Tour
Sea kayaking tour at sunset. Seals, loons, osprey, cormorants, laughing gulls.
Wednesday, August 4, 2004
Movie & Pizza
The free “Island Explorer” bus stops in our campground. It takes
about an hour to get to Bar Harbor. Last night we went to the Reel Pizza
place in town. You can order pizza in the lobby. The movie theater has
tables in front of the seats and there are couches in the far front. A
bingo board is on the side wall and when your number lights up, you can
get your pizza in the lobby. We watched the Notebook, a well done love
story. I thought the food in the theater worked well and didn’t find it
distracting.
Today we made our bus/train reservations. We were thinking about riding to Bangor, where there’s an Amtrak stop. Instead we are going to take Greyhound from Bar Harbor to Portland, Maine, and then take the train. We will leave on Tuesday and arrive in Athens on Thursday.
Sunset at Seawall. Watched the seagulls crack open their food by dropping it on the rocks.
Today we made our bus/train reservations. We were thinking about riding to Bangor, where there’s an Amtrak stop. Instead we are going to take Greyhound from Bar Harbor to Portland, Maine, and then take the train. We will leave on Tuesday and arrive in Athens on Thursday.
Sunset at Seawall. Watched the seagulls crack open their food by dropping it on the rocks.
Tuesday, August 3, 2004
Our Final Destination!
50 miles
Mt. Desert Island, Maine, our final destination! We decided to try out “Quiet Side” Campground, which of course is on the far end of the island. The campsites are private because there’s lots of trees and the sites are spaced out. There’s a wooden platform for the tent. The campground has a rec room and a used book shed.
Mt. Desert Island, Maine, our final destination! We decided to try out “Quiet Side” Campground, which of course is on the far end of the island. The campsites are private because there’s lots of trees and the sites are spaced out. There’s a wooden platform for the tent. The campground has a rec room and a used book shed.
Monday, August 2, 2004
Orland, Maine
39 miles
Stopped to look at a Shaker furniture gallery. Shady Oaks Campground in Orland. RV neighbors gave us cold water, charged our cell phone, and lent us chairs and a hatchet. Mac made a fire and cooked steaks.
Stopped to look at a Shaker furniture gallery. Shady Oaks Campground in Orland. RV neighbors gave us cold water, charged our cell phone, and lent us chairs and a hatchet. Mac made a fire and cooked steaks.
Sunday, August 1, 2004
Boat Cruise
Today we walked 1.5 miles into the town of Camden. We looked around
in a bunch of stores selling antique furniture, expensive clothes,
and tourist knick knacks. Many of the tourists here have little yip-yip
dogs they take everywhere. Lobster roll for lunch – good, but $8 can buy a lot of tuna
sandwiches.
We went for a two hour cruise on a schooner - a 2-masted sail boat with four sails.
The boat we sailed on was built in 1918 and is captained by the owner, who lives aboard with his wife. They go on 4 public cruises 7 days a week and have for 21 years. There is seating for 18 people, but there were only 13 on board today. Apparently the weather has been unseasonably cool for the last month and the tourist season here has been slow. Captain Jack told stories of the various boats we passed, the birds and lighthouse we saw, etc.
We saw the “Victory Chimes” – the largest 3-masted sail boat to fly the American flag – featured on the back of the Maine Quarter.
It is nice to be on the coast – good food is easy to find and the weather is cooler (sometimes). It's also easier to spend money. We want to go for a full day kayak trip somewhere between here and Bar Harbor, visit Orano, and then head home to Athens and put our house together. A couple of days ago I was feeling homesick, but the coast and associated culture has lifted my spirits. (Plus Jenny reminded me we are homeless.) It will be nice to go home and settle down soon.
We went for a two hour cruise on a schooner - a 2-masted sail boat with four sails.
The boat we sailed on was built in 1918 and is captained by the owner, who lives aboard with his wife. They go on 4 public cruises 7 days a week and have for 21 years. There is seating for 18 people, but there were only 13 on board today. Apparently the weather has been unseasonably cool for the last month and the tourist season here has been slow. Captain Jack told stories of the various boats we passed, the birds and lighthouse we saw, etc.
We saw the “Victory Chimes” – the largest 3-masted sail boat to fly the American flag – featured on the back of the Maine Quarter.
It is nice to be on the coast – good food is easy to find and the weather is cooler (sometimes). It's also easier to spend money. We want to go for a full day kayak trip somewhere between here and Bar Harbor, visit Orano, and then head home to Athens and put our house together. A couple of days ago I was feeling homesick, but the coast and associated culture has lifted my spirits. (Plus Jenny reminded me we are homeless.) It will be nice to go home and settle down soon.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
The Atlantic Ocean
8 miles
The Atlantic Ocean! We woke up this morning at a campground by the sea. Is this really camping? Clotheslines are not allowed. Garbage is picked up at 9 am from your campsite. Newspapers are delivered to your campsite in the morning.
Today we rode from Rockport to Camden Hills State Park.On the way we stopped at a cheese maker place where we were informed that warm slimy cheese tastes better than refrigerated cheese. We’ve been cheese connoisseurs this whole trip and didn’t know it.
In Camden we did some window shopping and ordered our first lobster. They are soft shelled lobsters right now, which are supposed to be sweeter and easier to crack. I think the claw part tasted the best. Mac did all of the cracking. It was an experience, but next time he’s going to order a lobster roll.
The Atlantic Ocean! We woke up this morning at a campground by the sea. Is this really camping? Clotheslines are not allowed. Garbage is picked up at 9 am from your campsite. Newspapers are delivered to your campsite in the morning.
Today we rode from Rockport to Camden Hills State Park.On the way we stopped at a cheese maker place where we were informed that warm slimy cheese tastes better than refrigerated cheese. We’ve been cheese connoisseurs this whole trip and didn’t know it.
In Camden we did some window shopping and ordered our first lobster. They are soft shelled lobsters right now, which are supposed to be sweeter and easier to crack. I think the claw part tasted the best. Mac did all of the cracking. It was an experience, but next time he’s going to order a lobster roll.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Ocean Breeze
58 miles
When we’re on top of the hills I can feel the breeze from the
Atlantic Ocean. (Mac doesn’t believe me.) A swarm of insects followed us
for awhile. We would lose them going downhill, but they would be
instantly around us again going uphill. It made me a little nervous, but
they didn’t bite/sting.
Starting in Vermont, there were small uniform road signs for businesses. They continued into New Hampshire and Maine. I think maybe billboards and large business signs are not allowed, so they have these road signs instead. I think it’s functional and non-obtrusive. Very hot today.
A guy told me his cousin was visiting Bar Harbor and his motel room was half price and he bought three ball caps for $10.
“Isn’t this the tourist season?” I asked.
"Yeah, but the weather’s been lousy so no one is there."
We’ll be there soon enough to see what its really like.
Starting in Vermont, there were small uniform road signs for businesses. They continued into New Hampshire and Maine. I think maybe billboards and large business signs are not allowed, so they have these road signs instead. I think it’s functional and non-obtrusive. Very hot today.
A guy told me his cousin was visiting Bar Harbor and his motel room was half price and he bought three ball caps for $10.
“Isn’t this the tourist season?” I asked.
"Yeah, but the weather’s been lousy so no one is there."
We’ll be there soon enough to see what its really like.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Farm Store Lunch
68 miles
Long day on the bike. Farm store. Freshly baked wheat bread with goat cheese, strawberry jelly, and jerky for lunch. Yummy. KOA campground outside of Litchfield.
Long day on the bike. Farm store. Freshly baked wheat bread with goat cheese, strawberry jelly, and jerky for lunch. Yummy. KOA campground outside of Litchfield.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Maine!
31 miles
Maine! Our last state line. We may not be climbing much in elevation, but the hills are steep. The back roads have sand shoulders and are not in very good shape. Camp in South Waterford. Spent all afternoon riding through trees and then slept in a resident campground with several radios blaring and loud people.
Maine! Our last state line. We may not be climbing much in elevation, but the hills are steep. The back roads have sand shoulders and are not in very good shape. Camp in South Waterford. Spent all afternoon riding through trees and then slept in a resident campground with several radios blaring and loud people.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Bear Damage and Kancamagus Pass
30 miles
At the beginning of our trip, I was in denial that we would need to hang our food. It’s not like we’re backpacking in the wilderness. They’ll have bear lockers at developed campgrounds where there’s bears, right? We found that hanging food on a clothesline protects from raccoons and chipmunks.
When we got into bear country, Mac started hanging the food higher. The “experts” say the food should be 10 feet from the ground and 4 feet from the tree trunk. This is not an easy task. First you have to find a branch that’s the right height and strong enough. Then you have to tie a rock to a long piece of rope, throw the rock over the branch, tie the food to one end of the rope and pull the food up. Mac’s been doing a good job, but sometimes things just aren’t quite right. Maybe it was because the rope is worn, maybe it was the extra weight of the cantaloupe, or maybe the stars were just misaligned. Last night while Mac was trying to hang the food/cooking equipment bags, the rope broke three times and the bags came crashing down on rocks (and Mac’s head once!).
I took the bags to the camp host and asked if he could store them somewhere for the night. The camp host said ordinarily he would lock them in the wood shed but he was leaving for the night and wouldn’t be back in the morning. He was also having a small crisis because his dog somehow ran through the screen of his RV. He gave me some nylon twine.
I returned to camp with the twine and bags. But it was dark by now and the strength of the twine was questionable. So I approached someone getting stuff from his SUV. Jenny explained the situation and asked if she could store her bags in his vehicle for the night. He seemed reluctant but finally said, “I guess that would be OK.” In the morning we slept in, listened to the radio, read, stretched, and put the tent away, but the guy with the SUV was still sleeping. We were STARVING! I was wondering how I picked the last person in the entire campground to wake up. He finally emerged from his tent after 11am. We devoured the cantaloupe and Fig Newtons and all was well.
Damage from the bags falling on rocks included one spilled yogurt, one bruised but intact cantaloupe, two cracked spice containers, one cracked Tupperware, and one bent but functional frying pan.
Today we climbed Kancamagus Pass (elevation 2,855 feet). In less than 2 hours, we rode 8 miles and climbed about 1,900 feet. You know you’re going slow when the flies land on you while you are riding. I felt like wildlife as all the tourists stared at us from their vehicles. The climb was followed by 22 miles of downhill to Conway, where we are spending the night at a hostel. This was our largest and last major climb. Most of Maine is rolling ups and downs.
At the beginning of our trip, I was in denial that we would need to hang our food. It’s not like we’re backpacking in the wilderness. They’ll have bear lockers at developed campgrounds where there’s bears, right? We found that hanging food on a clothesline protects from raccoons and chipmunks.
When we got into bear country, Mac started hanging the food higher. The “experts” say the food should be 10 feet from the ground and 4 feet from the tree trunk. This is not an easy task. First you have to find a branch that’s the right height and strong enough. Then you have to tie a rock to a long piece of rope, throw the rock over the branch, tie the food to one end of the rope and pull the food up. Mac’s been doing a good job, but sometimes things just aren’t quite right. Maybe it was because the rope is worn, maybe it was the extra weight of the cantaloupe, or maybe the stars were just misaligned. Last night while Mac was trying to hang the food/cooking equipment bags, the rope broke three times and the bags came crashing down on rocks (and Mac’s head once!).
I took the bags to the camp host and asked if he could store them somewhere for the night. The camp host said ordinarily he would lock them in the wood shed but he was leaving for the night and wouldn’t be back in the morning. He was also having a small crisis because his dog somehow ran through the screen of his RV. He gave me some nylon twine.
I returned to camp with the twine and bags. But it was dark by now and the strength of the twine was questionable. So I approached someone getting stuff from his SUV. Jenny explained the situation and asked if she could store her bags in his vehicle for the night. He seemed reluctant but finally said, “I guess that would be OK.” In the morning we slept in, listened to the radio, read, stretched, and put the tent away, but the guy with the SUV was still sleeping. We were STARVING! I was wondering how I picked the last person in the entire campground to wake up. He finally emerged from his tent after 11am. We devoured the cantaloupe and Fig Newtons and all was well.
Damage from the bags falling on rocks included one spilled yogurt, one bruised but intact cantaloupe, two cracked spice containers, one cracked Tupperware, and one bent but functional frying pan.
Today we climbed Kancamagus Pass (elevation 2,855 feet). In less than 2 hours, we rode 8 miles and climbed about 1,900 feet. You know you’re going slow when the flies land on you while you are riding. I felt like wildlife as all the tourists stared at us from their vehicles. The climb was followed by 22 miles of downhill to Conway, where we are spending the night at a hostel. This was our largest and last major climb. Most of Maine is rolling ups and downs.
Monday, July 26, 2004
White Mountains
45 miles
White Mountains. Our dérailleur is a little bent, but Mac figured out how to make it work. Uphill, mostly gradual. Sometimes it seems like an optical illusion. Forest Service Campground right next to a stream.
White Mountains. Our dérailleur is a little bent, but Mac figured out how to make it work. Uphill, mostly gradual. Sometimes it seems like an optical illusion. Forest Service Campground right next to a stream.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
Day Off in New Hampshire
Lots of sleeping. We’ve been bicycling for a month now. We’ve been mostly sleeping in our tent since June 9th. We’ll be ready to settle in one place for awhile by the time we reach Bar Harbor, which will be soon. I thought we would be riding more miles per day than we are. I’m certainly not disappointed in what we’ve accomplished, just surprised at what it feels like to ride every day. The weather, weight of gear, setting up/taking down camp, grocery shopping in unfamiliar stores and cooking, all take a significant amount of energy.
Mac and I have been getting along wonderfully, especially considering how much time we’re spending together and all of the decision making over the past few months. We’re learning how to solve conflicts without getting angry/upset.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Pick Your Own Blueberries
25 miles
Slept in. Zella and Stephen took us out to breakfast. They will go in a different direction today because they are going to Portland, Maine. We will visit them when we’re all back in Ohio. Perfect weather today, sunny and cool. More climbing. Not as much as yesterday, but we’re tired. Lots of bicyclists in Vermont.
Crossed the Connecticut River into New Hampshire.
Pick your own blueberries. They let the bears and birds eat as many as they want and there were still plenty for us. Beautiful old plants.
Green Pastures Campground in Orford. Live blue grass band at the campground.
Slept in. Zella and Stephen took us out to breakfast. They will go in a different direction today because they are going to Portland, Maine. We will visit them when we’re all back in Ohio. Perfect weather today, sunny and cool. More climbing. Not as much as yesterday, but we’re tired. Lots of bicyclists in Vermont.
Crossed the Connecticut River into New Hampshire.
Pick your own blueberries. They let the bears and birds eat as many as they want and there were still plenty for us. Beautiful old plants.
Green Pastures Campground in Orford. Live blue grass band at the campground.
Friday, July 23, 2004
Middleburg Pass in the Green Mountains
50 miles
Climbed Middleburg pass in the Green Mountains. Used our granny gear and chugged away to the top. The drum brake is great for long downhills. Stopped for breakfast and it immediately started pouring rain. Zella and Stephen showed up in their neon rain gear. Still raining and still hungry, so we ordered another plate of food.
Continued to Sharon and checked in to a motel. This is the first day it has rained on us all day. We prefer the rain more than heat. Dinner with Stephen and Zella. Mac made a maple syrup pastry thing served with ice cream for dessert.
Climbed Middleburg pass in the Green Mountains. Used our granny gear and chugged away to the top. The drum brake is great for long downhills. Stopped for breakfast and it immediately started pouring rain. Zella and Stephen showed up in their neon rain gear. Still raining and still hungry, so we ordered another plate of food.
Continued to Sharon and checked in to a motel. This is the first day it has rained on us all day. We prefer the rain more than heat. Dinner with Stephen and Zella. Mac made a maple syrup pastry thing served with ice cream for dessert.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Ticonderoga Ferry to Vermont
42 miles
New sore muscles from hill climbing. Vermont immediately feels different from New York: dairy cows, clover fields, large mowing machines, and Subarus. Left early in the morning but already feels hot by 9:30 am.
This morning we took the Ticonderoga Ferry across Lake Champlain. One of the guys on the ferry told us a couple with a tandem and a trailer were on the ferry about seven minutes ago. We assumed they were the Ohio couple with a Bob trailer that we met on our first day. In a little while, we saw them at the top of a hill. As we got closer, Mac said, “they have a Burley trailer, not a Bob!” It was a different couple, but they're also from Ohio (Dayton area) and left home about the same time we did.
Long lunch in Middleburg with our new friends, Stephen & Zella.
Decided to sleep in a hotel. I was checking on prices and a guy in a beat up Subaru with a kayak on top stopped and invited Mac to use his shower and camp in his backyard. We took up his offer and tried his “Vermont Sardines” - little trout he caught from the river behind his house.
New sore muscles from hill climbing. Vermont immediately feels different from New York: dairy cows, clover fields, large mowing machines, and Subarus. Left early in the morning but already feels hot by 9:30 am.
This morning we took the Ticonderoga Ferry across Lake Champlain. One of the guys on the ferry told us a couple with a tandem and a trailer were on the ferry about seven minutes ago. We assumed they were the Ohio couple with a Bob trailer that we met on our first day. In a little while, we saw them at the top of a hill. As we got closer, Mac said, “they have a Burley trailer, not a Bob!” It was a different couple, but they're also from Ohio (Dayton area) and left home about the same time we did.
Long lunch in Middleburg with our new friends, Stephen & Zella.
Decided to sleep in a hotel. I was checking on prices and a guy in a beat up Subaru with a kayak on top stopped and invited Mac to use his shower and camp in his backyard. We took up his offer and tried his “Vermont Sardines” - little trout he caught from the river behind his house.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Long Downhill on a Smooth Road
37 miles
Met a San Franciscan couple travelling on Rivendell Atlantis bikes. They started riding in Chicago and their destination is Prince Edwards Island. Buffalo burgers and swiss chard from Adirondack Buffalo Co.
Long downhill on a smooth road. Hot weather. Camped at Paradox Lake.
Met a San Franciscan couple travelling on Rivendell Atlantis bikes. They started riding in Chicago and their destination is Prince Edwards Island. Buffalo burgers and swiss chard from Adirondack Buffalo Co.
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Long downhill on a smooth road. Hot weather. Camped at Paradox Lake.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Adirondack Museum
30 miles
Spent several hours at the Adirondack Museum. Canoes, motorboats,
horse buggies, logging, mining, recreation, preservation.
Met four guys that live on the coast of Maine. They took a four day Greyhound bus to Astoria, Oregon and are on their way back home by bicycle. There’s a 5th member of the group that we met yesterday. He’s trying to get back early for a wedding.
Camped on the edge of Harris Lake. No motorboats, just canoes and kayaks. Watched the lake change as it turned from light to dark. Lots of noise during the night. I think owls were calling to each other. Listening for bears trying to reach the food tied high in a tree.
Met four guys that live on the coast of Maine. They took a four day Greyhound bus to Astoria, Oregon and are on their way back home by bicycle. There’s a 5th member of the group that we met yesterday. He’s trying to get back early for a wedding.
Camped on the edge of Harris Lake. No motorboats, just canoes and kayaks. Watched the lake change as it turned from light to dark. Lots of noise during the night. I think owls were calling to each other. Listening for bears trying to reach the food tied high in a tree.
Monday, July 19, 2004
Blue Mountain Lake in Adirondacks
44 miles
Blue Mountain Lake. Camped in the yard of an Inn. Mac read the Sunday New York Times while I went swimming. Canoeing in the evening. Beautiful clouds. The weather in the Adirondacks is temperamental.
Blue Mountain Lake. Camped in the yard of an Inn. Mac read the Sunday New York Times while I went swimming. Canoeing in the evening. Beautiful clouds. The weather in the Adirondacks is temperamental.
Sunday, July 18, 2004
Day Off in the Adirondocks
Craft fair, Pedals & Petals, forestry exhibit. Time for Jessica and Tracey to leave.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Camping with Jessica
30 miles
Gary and Betsy made a hearty buckwheat pancake breakfast. Gary rode with us to Booneville and showed us the alternate less traffic route. Downhill to Booneville and uphill to the Adirondack State Park.
Jessica and her sister-in-law Tracey honked as they passed us. We had agreed to meet at the Singing Waters Campground, a little east of Thendora. Jessica brought us hamburgers, strawberry rhubarb pie, our favorite kind of soap, and all kinds of other treats. We did some shopping in Old Forge and watched a movie. It was fun to find out what Jessica, Pat, and Sequoia have been up to.
Gary and Betsy made a hearty buckwheat pancake breakfast. Gary rode with us to Booneville and showed us the alternate less traffic route. Downhill to Booneville and uphill to the Adirondack State Park.
Jessica and her sister-in-law Tracey honked as they passed us. We had agreed to meet at the Singing Waters Campground, a little east of Thendora. Jessica brought us hamburgers, strawberry rhubarb pie, our favorite kind of soap, and all kinds of other treats. We did some shopping in Old Forge and watched a movie. It was fun to find out what Jessica, Pat, and Sequoia have been up to.
Friday, July 16, 2004
Looking for a Place to Sleep
43 miles
Morning rain inspired sleeping in late. Friday fish fry at small cafe in Redfield, New York. We were the only non-local customers and had to tell our story. Yummy homemade style food.
Stopped in West Layden to find a place to sleep. Tried calling the B&B but no answer. Owners of a camping area are out of town for the weekend. So we ate dinner outside of the market planning to try the B&B one more time and then go on to Booneville if there was no answer.
Gary and Betsy talked to us at the market and invited us to stay at their house. They live in a large historic farmhouse. It was just what we needed. A long hot bath, laundry, homemade cinnamon rolls, and a bed.
We helped them sort a large box of seed packets and discussed gardens, food storage, hunting, and other various topics.
Morning rain inspired sleeping in late. Friday fish fry at small cafe in Redfield, New York. We were the only non-local customers and had to tell our story. Yummy homemade style food.
Stopped in West Layden to find a place to sleep. Tried calling the B&B but no answer. Owners of a camping area are out of town for the weekend. So we ate dinner outside of the market planning to try the B&B one more time and then go on to Booneville if there was no answer.
Gary and Betsy talked to us at the market and invited us to stay at their house. They live in a large historic farmhouse. It was just what we needed. A long hot bath, laundry, homemade cinnamon rolls, and a bed.
We helped them sort a large box of seed packets and discussed gardens, food storage, hunting, and other various topics.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Ride and Eat
41 miles
There’s no shortage of fruit/vegetable stands and little country markets. Cherries, blueberries, sweet corn, green beans, summer squash, homemade cookies and muffins, tart cherry salsa, black raspberries, and more cherries. That’s one of the reasons we’re riding, so we can eat more.
Today someone told me this stormy weather is unusual for summer. “We haven’t had so much rain since the summer of ‘92 (or was it ‘98?)” It rained hard last night and a little bit while we were riding today. Not so bad. My clothes may start growing something if they stay damp for a few more days.
Tonight we’re at Selkirk State Park, New York. You get to see how families interact with each other in campgrounds. No walls.
There’s no shortage of fruit/vegetable stands and little country markets. Cherries, blueberries, sweet corn, green beans, summer squash, homemade cookies and muffins, tart cherry salsa, black raspberries, and more cherries. That’s one of the reasons we’re riding, so we can eat more.
Today someone told me this stormy weather is unusual for summer. “We haven’t had so much rain since the summer of ‘92 (or was it ‘98?)” It rained hard last night and a little bit while we were riding today. Not so bad. My clothes may start growing something if they stay damp for a few more days.
Tonight we’re at Selkirk State Park, New York. You get to see how families interact with each other in campgrounds. No walls.
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