Day 12 - Wilmington

Today was a day of highs and lows. A high - I biked my first century (100 miles). 97 to be exact, but I'm rounding up and no one can stop me.

But the riding was utterly brutal. We faced a headwind from start to finish. Riding in a headwind is like trying to run in a swimming pool. There were times when the the wind was so strong, and every outburst of energy met with such vigorous resistance, that it was hard not to ascribe some kind of sinister persona to old man wind. Still, we pushed on to Wilmington, former home of Dawson's Creek and current home to One Tree Hill. in fact, I'm punting over to Ed's bedroom window right now in hopes of chatting about philosophy and whatever else is on his silly mind.

To clarify the confusion: we were kicked out of the ice cream parlor because we look/smell like vagrants and one of us may have fallen asleep on the front step, impeding customer access and buttressing the vagrant "argument."

Others have been nicer. Something about our story and appearance prompted a local produce vendor to donate 4 bottled waters and more peaches than we could count to our cause today. Then there was the dimunitive mother of 3 who pulled me halfway down atlantic beach. Thanks to all!

We decided to do the world a favor and get a motel room for the laundry and showers.