I’m pouring on the miles - almost 750 so far! I have to say, I’m so grateful for my eye in the sky. This trip is so different from the Seattle trip, with my SmartPhone. Anytime I’m unsure about the direction I’m going, I go on Friend Finder or Google maps. If that still doesn’t help, my friends who are tracking me have been amazing. There have been times when I don’t think I would have made it out without their help, and
so I just want to say thank you. From the bottom of my heart. It’s scary being out here alone, and thanks to you, I don’t feel so alone.
I left this morning from the motel, waiting first so I could get my remote control deposit back. Apparently this is a problem, so they require a $10 deposit. I went down the road and didn’t see a restaurant, so I stopped at a gas station and got a breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee. Got to stop doing that; my body isn’t liking it.
I took 209, hoping it would take me to Delaware Water Gap, but unbeknownst to me, 209 meets up with 80 and bikes are not allowed. I called the police for help, but too many trucks were going by and I couldn’t hear them. I moved to another location and called my eye in the sky for help. Take a right, take another, and another and a left and VOILA! Delaware Water Gap. What a cool place! I went into the store to get an orange juice, and they were playing my favorite Barry Manilow song. Rode up the road a bit and found the Deerhead Inn which promised “Food, Jazz and Lodging”. Three of my favorite things! Next time.
The ride from Delaware Water Gap to Portland on 611 was so stunningly beautiful, I couldn’t help but cry. It reminded me of the beauty I saw in Glacier National Park. Unfortunately, I saw something I never wanted to see soon after that. I was stopped, to take a drink of water. I looked down the road and a car was driving away from me. A deer came bounding across the road, collided with the car and shot straight up into the air. It was pretty awful to see.
I made it to Portland hoping for a lunch stop, but couldn’t find anything, so I went to the Riverton Hotel and Restaurant. The owner was so nice and gave me a fantastic lunch of chicken salad. He said it’s been pretty dead around there; like a ghost town. It took me quite a while to get to Phillipsburg, because of heat and hills, but I finally made it. Gary took me out for a lovely dinner and we had a nice conversation. I wish we could have ridden together, but he had a family emergency. Going to Frenchtown tomorrow. Good night!
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