Day 70 - Sat, Aug 2, Back to Nashua

Day 70 - Sat, Aug 2, Back to Nashua

64.4 mi
4.15.46 st
15.1 avg
TTD-3546.60

Today we left at 7:45 in a very heavy overcast and foggy day. We rode out past Warren’s, back across the drawbridge, then left on route 1A to the beaches.

It was a beautiful, peaceful ride right along the ocean, even though it was so foggy we could hardly see it. The air was so humid, we could feel the moisture on our skin, and it actually beaded up on Gerry’s glasses. We saw quite a few joggers as we rode through town and several bicyclists. When we got out to the beach, we saw many more. It was interesting to note the responses from people when we waved at them. Only about one in ten waved back.

The joggers and bikers were about the only people we saw for the first hour. It was very peaceful and quiet as if each person were in their own little world. Then about 9:00 more cars started appearing and the people with them.

We rode on down through “the Hamptons”, then turned west to Kingston. The road here became more hilly, which we expected, but still wasn’t bad. I was feeling fairly weak because all we had for breakfast was oatmeal and I had lost all my dinner when we got back to the motel last night, so had no calorie reserves from it.

At Kingston, the road turned back to gently rolling hills. At one point, we met what we first thought was a motorcycle funeral procession for a veteran. There were dozens of motorcycles with American flags coming over the hill toward us. Then we got up to the top and there were motorcycles for as far as we could see! There was a police escort but no real indication of a funeral. We estimated there were well over 500 motorcycles stretching for probably two miles or so.

When we got into town, I directed Gerry down a wrong street, which turned out to be no big deal. But, for some reason, BOB thought it was a big deal and he had fit. When we went over some railroad tracks, he threw his tire off into the street and just sat down on the pavement with a grind. We were able to stop quickly enough and retrieve the tire before it got run over. We had to take BOB off the bike so I could hold him up to get the tire back on. Thankfully, he didn’t hurt himself with his little stunt. But I’m about at the end of my patience with his attitude and I told him he'd be walking home if he didn't shape up.

The last couple miles were uneventful and it was good to get back to shower and rest for our last riding day tomorrow.

My favorite names for today:
Three Fox Farm
Hidden Hollow Farm
Zorofino Vineyard

But tell me how you can have a “Rocky Mountain Quilts” in New Hampshire…

Gas at the beach area was $3.75/gallon.

If you want ice cream, New York, Vermont and New Hampshire are the places to come. They must love their ice cream because it seems there are ice cream shops on every corner.

Gerry and Pat