It was raining. The forecast was for even more rain from Hurricane Ophelia. After 65 days on the road, I cycled up on Friday afternoon to the Portland train station and caught a lift back to Boston. Just like that, the trip to Newfoundland and back, ended.
I have not unpacked the bike or taken a single bag off it. It just sits there. Yesterday, Vic and I wandered over the Brookline Library and I’ve got a huge pile of new reads to take my mind off my job search and ease me through the serious crash in a few days when I realize that post-vacation depression does not burn the 6000 calories I day I’ve been using.
Ending it back through Maine