Day 3

"Your hair takes its grease well" said Ed and I almost blushed. 200 miles and not one shower, not quite the golden ratio.

Today we cruised to Atlantic City with some of the best riding on the trip. But one thing about a tour like this is that you could be on a road that is bike friendly and then all of a sudden NOT SO BIKE FRIENDLY. We made it through the rough parts by hitching and then walking up a bridge.

As cars continue to whiz by I can't help but think, with a mix of jealousy and appreciation, of how easy a car makes it to scale hills that make a novice biker like me mutter angry verbiage under my breath. What a light tap of the foot can do!

Ed has a sixth sense for picking out incredible camp sights. I'm currently on top a life guard throne on a beach in Ocean City, staring at the full moon while Atlantic City roars to my north. The tide is strong and is trying to drone me to sleep (as is the Benadril). (Mom, I'm fine, and please stop calling yourself Mum. Seriously it's ridiculous).

Hope you are all well.