![]() ![]() Every block is a plethora of diners, fast food places, bars and theme parks. ![]() It gave me the chance to think about the way that the land along the coast has been so monetised. It was wide open and rural, with few features apart from farms, but a good wide road for bikes. I knuckled down to some solid cycling after Ocean City, following the 50 and 113 highways south. At least it never really rained heavily, and afterwards the weather was perfect for cycling, overcast, cooler and a slight breeze. In the end I decided to go, and within a few pedal strokes it started spitting with rain. It was the first cold beer I’ve had in several nights, and it tasted SO good! I wish I could have just camped on the beach, but I didn’t fancy a night in jail. Last night’s supper place, taken as I cycled back to the dreadful campground. The only redeeming features were a shower that worked, and the great evening I spent less than half a mile away next to the beach as the glorious sun set. There was no-one there when I arrived last night (I could have camped for free and they’d have been none the wiser), the place smelled terrible (revealed to be sewage in the wetlands, coming from a big pipe I cycled past as I left, with one hand over my nose), and the flyover/bridge creates an atmosphere that just makes you want to get away from there as fast as you can. The campground was my personal accommodation-nadir of the trip so far, so close on the heels of my favourite (tied with Searsport). So I packed up in the muggy half-light, surrounded by mozzies, and got going. I was about to try to go back to sleep when I thought, ‘ Oh, I suppose I should check the radar’, and sure enough, rain was predicted within about an hour. At that moment I very felt glad to have a nice motel room waiting for me at the end of the day, as a change of scene. Everything felt damp, including me and my lovely down sleeping bag, and the walls of the tent dripped if I touched them, even though I’d had the flysheet off all night. I awoke at 5am and was amazed at the humidity. There’s a lot of fun clips and links in the blog today – something for everyone I hope! I’m going to have to assume that they weren’t the only ones?) (BOTH of my sons spotted a funny ‘loop’ in yesterday’s Relive, where in order to change highways I had to describe the shape of, er, a rocket ship. ![]()
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