|One fine old home|
|Delaware River at Stockton bridge|
The road has been pitchy again. There was a bike path on the old canal route, but it's gravel and that does take a toll on the loaded tandem, so we opted for the road. Again, we are hitting 12 % and more often. And just for good measure, we made a wrong turn so that we got some "bonus climbing" this morning. Oh, well. The downhill as we retraced our steps to get back on course was nice.
Still pretty hot and muggy, though better than the weekend was. We didn't get as early a start, as we were staying in a nicer hotel that offered some breakfast so we didn't get out until nearly 8 am.
I love the patois of the Jersey folk. I keep thinking that I have wandered onto the set of a TV sitcom. All the older gents remind me of George Costanza's father on Seinfeld. I'm sure they would be appalled, as I think he's a New Yorker, and certainly the Jerseyites don't want to be mistaken for New Yorkers. But still. To my uninformed ears, it's all just a delight!
|Working with maps and routes|
Roger and I are trying to figure out how we can get around the country and into Texas before we run out of time. We have a half dozen Adventure Cycling maps but I think we are going to abandon them and take as direct a route southwest as we can manage. If we miss you due to this revision, don't take it personally - we just can't be at at this forever!
The route: Check back later!
|The Woolverton Inn - quite a find!|