When Josh returned from the post-office, Mike and I were dead. Josh followed suit and we all slept for two hours. Finally, around 12:00, we decided to awake from our slumber and get going.
The hotel manager and woman from the evening before, Rebecca, allowed us to sleep in no charge. I can't emphasize how good people are. Either that or miserable looking kids on bicycles just bring out the best in humans. Whatever it is, I'm grateful as all hell.
From Easton, Pennsylvania, we promptly crossed the bridge into Phillipsburg, New Jersey. Literally, we took the same road all day. River road took us to Belvidere, NJ and then to Portland, Pennsylvania.
I rode by myself for most of the day, which I enjoyed. I feel like I'm constantly worried about my buds when I bike with them, trying to keep pace and generally look out for their safety. Speaking of safety, I'll be getting my helmet in the mail from home in Port Jervis in a few days, which should be nice.
Tonight, the boys found a very affordable, quaint little campground at the top of a huge, sloping hill. It was a difficult climb but we were rewarded with an incredibly gracious family that owned the private camping area. We got a free fire and are allowed to camp next to the bathhouse. I won't lie though, there's a bizarre feeling here tucked away in these woods. There's literally over sixty to seventy RV's and not a single human being. The place is vacant except for us. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
Cool view from one of the more difficult climbs.
Mike and I visited an old, abandoned plastic mill. Peering through old books on the shelves, the place appeared to make car parts or something of the sort. I always enjoy these types of excursions.
On the way to Belvidere, NJ.
We saw these guys in Belvidere. From the left, there's Kiefler, Josh, and David. This guy Josh literally had the same bike as our Josh, it was pretty weird. They were heading to California on a whim with no prior biking knowledge. Mike asked me if I thought they'd make it, and just by Josh's laid back, charismatic, attitude, I knew they would. It's all a mental game... all of it.
For lunch, we had chinese food at this hole-in-the-wall restaurant that we all regretted having. However, we did have a joyous time there. This picture is an image of 3 best friends from the Shu-Han Dynasty in China around the 3rd century. Ironically, the only reason I knew this was because as kids, Josh, Mike, and I used to play this video game called "Dynasty Warriors" that was actually historically accurate. Anyway, you chose a significant historical Chinese warlord as your character and virtually destroyed as many other troops as possible. These 3 characters in the photo above were from the game. We decided that Mike was Zhang Fei, the guy holding the spear because of his destructive nature. Josh was pretty boy Liu Bei, whom Josh was okay with only after we described that he was Emperor. And I was Guan Yu, the guy with the killer beard sitting down.
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