All in all, we estimate that there are about 50 pounds of gear on the back of Harriet, but it feels like way more. Steering is a whole different sort of adventure.
But we are ready for a challenge, so away we go!
First stop: badass graffiti. Harriet was amazed.
The smell of the sewage treatment plant near the graffiti: not so amazing.
As we rode around the Back Cove we passed a jogger who asked where we were going. "To Rockland!" We said. And we continued our chat. A few minutes later he said "Where are you really going?" And we said "To Rockland!" "Then why are you dressed so nicely?" he asked. He also suggested that we pump up our tires. We meant to do that. Really. But first:We had a little sneaky time at the graveyard in Falmouth.
We felt like we had gone so far. It was time for a small picnic, so we ate nectarines in the mist.
We stopped at the Town Landing Market on Route 88. It was a kindof desperate situation; someone needed coffee! A kind gentleman offered to take our photo, and told us that the market was famous.
With coffee in hand, smiles were plentiful.
Shortly after our coffee break we rode past some road crew doing work. One guy yelled to us "It's the only way to go! Double the pleasure!" And how could we disagree?
Finally, on our fourth or fifth stop of the morning we remembered to pump up those tires. Now she rides like a dream.
Whoopee! (On our detour through Yarmouth we stopped at Rosemont market for spicy cheese. Yum.)
And then on to the Royal River in Yarmouth, where we donned our nifty swim suits. Those bubbles sure came in handy!
We went for a lovely swim...
Painted our fingernails... 
Applied sun protection...
Re-applied our makeup for the afternoon...
And read stories aloud under the shade of the trees.
Once we were well-rested, we made our way back onto the road. We made it to Freeport before we realized what happened (we had missed our turn), and decided that stopping for ice cream was the only logical thing to do. Harriet took a rest under the trees in the park and awaited our return.
And then voila! We were at John's house, Harriet was unloaded, and we set up camp.
After a mini-break we headed back into town for local burgers and cold beverages.
John was a lifesaver, and helped to fix some things that broke earlier in the day, including the ipod player handlebar attachment (which came flying off when we almost hit a car on first take-off and came to a near crash-landing) and the whirligig plane (which lost its propeller when we sideswiped the graffiti wall.) Someone was still learning how to steer. We're not naming any names. 
We felt like we had gone so far. It was time for a small picnic, so we ate nectarines in the mist.
We stopped at the Town Landing Market on Route 88. It was a kindof desperate situation; someone needed coffee! A kind gentleman offered to take our photo, and told us that the market was famous.
Shortly after our coffee break we rode past some road crew doing work. One guy yelled to us "It's the only way to go! Double the pleasure!" And how could we disagree? Finally, on our fourth or fifth stop of the morning we remembered to pump up those tires. Now she rides like a dream.
Whoopee! (On our detour through Yarmouth we stopped at Rosemont market for spicy cheese. Yum.)
And then on to the Royal River in Yarmouth, where we donned our nifty swim suits. Those bubbles sure came in handy!
We went for a lovely swim...
Painted our fingernails... 
Applied sun protection...
Re-applied our makeup for the afternoon...
And read stories aloud under the shade of the trees.
Once we were well-rested, we made our way back onto the road. We made it to Freeport before we realized what happened (we had missed our turn), and decided that stopping for ice cream was the only logical thing to do. Harriet took a rest under the trees in the park and awaited our return.
And then voila! We were at John's house, Harriet was unloaded, and we set up camp.
After a mini-break we headed back into town for local burgers and cold beverages.
John was a lifesaver, and helped to fix some things that broke earlier in the day, including the ipod player handlebar attachment (which came flying off when we almost hit a car on first take-off and came to a near crash-landing) and the whirligig plane (which lost its propeller when we sideswiped the graffiti wall.) Someone was still learning how to steer. We're not naming any names. 
Day 1 looks amazing! You guys are definitely doing the right kind of bike trip. We thought of you when we woke up to all that thunderous rain last night. Did you remember to bring a clothesline to dry your pinafores? Seems like good cycling weather today. I like to think of all the fun you're having out there!
ReplyDeleteI like that you were going slow enough that the jogger had 3 opportunities to say stuff to you guys.I really will take you five days to get up there! Rad!
ReplyDeleteHey...! We might have stopped to talk to him, OR maybe he was running really fast... you don't know! Or maybe we were just ENJOYING the ride, which doesn't require us to go super fast ALL the time. It's hard to say. You weren't there.
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