This was my sixth summer touring with Cheryl, who has taught me almost everything I know about bicycle touring and camping. By now, I think that I may be getting the hang of this by myself. Nevertheless, every year I find things to learn. Here are some of the lessons learned and relearned from the two months in New England. Continue reading
On Monday, the 23rd of September, we awoke at 05:00 and quickly broke camp. We had breakfast at Helen’s restaurant in Machias, where we had enjoyed dinner on the way north. We also cleaned up in their washroom. With three hours to wait for the daily bus, we took our time.
Sunday, the 15th of September, greeted us with ideal conditions for a bike ride: a gentle wind from the southwest, comfortable temperatures and a cloudless sky. After breakfast with Polly and Rod, my cousin drove off to her tennis date. Cheryl and I dallied over maps and tour books until 11:00, then we wheeled our bicycles out the garage. Continue reading
On Friday, the 6th of September, we rose at dawn and rode out under a cloudy sky and the threat of a storm by late afternoon. I had a hunger headache by the time we stopped in Marblehead for clam chowder and a muffin. That constituted brunch, I guess. Continue reading
Wednesday the 28th of August, I rose at dawn to a sunny morning, with rain forecast for 13:30. Cheryl was still on Pacific Time and overslept. We missed the 09:00 ferry, which proved to be a blessing. We walked to Faneuil Hall, got Cheryl a SIM card at Walgreen’s, and enjoyed custom handmade ice cream sandwiches on the Wharf. The fast ferry put us at MacMillan Pier in Provincetown at 15:30. By 17:30, we had checked into the Dune’s Edge Campground abutting the Cape Cod National Seashore. The rain never materialized. Continue reading
To allow me to focus on my travels, I will suspend the blog until I return to regular internet availability. It will be a good story.
Smooth roads & tailwinds,
Jonathan
This week, I share a travel report for those who have asked for more travelogue. Driving a car doesn’t count. My ride begins on Tuesday, the 20th of August 2019, in Andover, Connecticut, an invisible town hiding in the woods east of Manchester and Bolton. Continue reading
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