We are constantly surprised by how hilly it is here along the coast, I personally feel a bit ripped off by this, as somehow it seems we deserve a few easy riding days as we bring this trip to a close. But the only piece of really nice roll along riding comes when we make a wrong turn and find ourselves coasting along a beautiful and haunting strip of coastal marshland. We are still celebrating our arrival at the Atlantic, and feeling pretty proud of ourselves.
We find our way back to the route without a map, or the help of any locals, the constant drizzle seems to have left us alone outside. We make a stop at the Kittery library, which in the tradition of all the small town American (not Canadian, they were scary) libraries is warm, welcoming and full of community spirit. The maintenance man is also a cyclist and takes great interest in our journey, wishing us well. We had hoped to stay in a cabin or hotel as we packed up wet gear this morning and the rain continues to fall but being Saturday night everywhere is either fully booked or prohibitively expensive. So we make our way to the Exeter Elms campground and miraculously it has stopped raining, the regular campers are throwing a chocolate fountain party to celebrate the end of the season, and we enjoy their celebration vicariously. The rain doesn't start again until we are safely ensconced in the tent, but we are too excited by the prospect that tomorrow is our last day on tour to worry about it. Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
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