So I got french fries and a McWrap.
I would've rather been fed the stuff in a tube. I wanted to run to the bathroom and purge my stomach contents. Yeah, the soda was pretty good per usual. Either way, I needed the calories, however bad they were.
Around 12, we finally got ready to leave the McDonalds and I was ready to bike with the guys for a bit. However, after Josh spent a few minutes fixing his bike then had to use the bathroom and then Mike had to use the bathroom, I got restless. I tootle-looed my friends as I hit the road.
Down the bike path once again for the second time, I saw where a beaver crossing the watery lagoon was heading for yesterday; his home. A round crater of sticks bubbled out from the pond where the critter had gathered and chewed them up.
Further on I went, breezing right next to another biker, smiling and having a two-second conversation that went:
"Hey, how you doing?" he said.
"Good, yourself?"
"What a day to be biking, huh?"
"Oh man, it's perfect!" I yelled as I went ahead of him.
Shortly thereafter, I saw a turtle. Being a resident of South Jersey, I couldn't bike carelessly by as a turtle sat in the center of the bike path. No, sir! I put my bike to the side and went to pick him up. Holy shit! The little guy started scurrying faster than any turtles back at home usually move. I picked him up anyway to look at him.
Down the road, I learned I'd gone too far and eventually veered off the bike path onto the next road.
The day slowly ticked away as I daydreamed through the towns. Gorton turned out to be a small backwoods village, and I never did pass a main street or any local businesses. From there it was a long ride to the town of Tyngsboro along a busy main road. My head on a swivel with beads of sweat pouring down my face, it wasn't the most beautiful part. Or if it was, I was busy being alert. Add to the fact that much of these roads were in shambles and my eyes were focused on the road. Every few seconds, my pupils darted quickly to and fro, looking for vehicles.
Eventually, I crossed into New Hampshire.
I had a better picture with me centered and stuff but it's probably not appropriate.
Gliding along the New Hampshire roads, it was about time for my peanut butter sandwich. I found a beautiful park where I found a seat in the shade to eat. Directly in front of me was a 9/11 Memorial with an actual piece of steel (about 12 ft. long) from the World Trade Center. I tried my new chocolate peanut butter that had the same nutritional value as regular peanut butter... but it's like eating cake! It was great!
With newfound strength, I bustled along to the town of Derry, New Hampshire. Mike and Josh told me they'd meet me at the library. I saw them through a window as they rode up to the side.
I grabbed a leather-bound book from a shelf and quickly crossed one leg over the other. I had a seat in front of a large fireplace and for whatever reason, I did my best English gentleman impression when he strode through the door, and walked toward me.
I jumped up from the chair and said ever so eloquently, "Ello there, chap! Welcome, welcome! Oov made it. Take a seat right 'ere. I'll put another log on the ole fiya place 'ere for ya."
"Oh thank you, sir. Thank you", said Mike, gleaming as he shook my hand.
In Derry, we got dinner at a hoagie shop or "sub shop" as they call it up here. It was all smiles and laughs from there on out. We all had a nice ride to the Hidden Valley RV Park where we are now.
It's always really nice to end up with the guys at the end of the day. The time I spend alone makes me value it more when we meet up.
Toodle Loo.
A possible new segment of the blog...
but probably not because Josh won't send me a picture...
Heench & Johnson's Photo of the Day
Crossing over the Merrimack River. I'm grateful Mike took a picture of the actual river and not the huge bridge. Shortly after this was the New Hampshire border.
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