Last night I employed the bicycler's favorite ploy: stealth camping. That is: you pull your bike off into the woods when no one is looking and set up your tent and sleep under the stars (or leaves) for free. You can't beat the price. But I noticed something unpleasant this morning: three ticks. Two crawling on my legs. One smashed on my stomach.
I am going to be seriously unhappy if I get Lyme's disease.
This is the second library where the computer isn't set up to upload pictures from my camera. So trust me: Maine is a pretty place to pedal; and I'll load a couple of pictures as soon as I can.
I did 66 miles yesterday and felt pretty good. I think I can do this; and if anyone wants to donate, that's cool, too. I'm about halfway to my goal on donations ($5,000 so far, $5,000 to go). And I'm 200 miles down and 3800 to go.
I'll be svelte when I'm done.
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Kancamagus Pass - from a later trip, in the fall. |
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