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
- Four Miles to Go on Beacon Ave!
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Welcome back.
I guess.
Knox, what a trip! Welcome back to Boston.
We’re on the edge of our seats, wondering if you will make it to our wedding! I met a cyclist out here on the island and he was having a great time speeding along the bike paths, communing with the seagulls. I could tell he was eating chowder every day.
What will it take to get you guys out here? You can bike on to the ferry. We will find you a place to stay. We’re throwing a clambake on Thursday and you can stuff your faces. Doug will wow you with his wit. You can drink champagne with my aunties! Did I mention it’s been sunny & I’ve been on the beach every day since I got here?
We miss you!
I’ve heard biking Martha’s Vineyard is lovely this time of year.
Hmmm…and a wedding to boot. How tempting!
did you ever make it to DC?