Third state down, 11 more to go.
My ride yesterday was pretty much into the teeth of a 5-10 mile/8-15 km per hour wind out of the southeast. The noise alone had me batting at my helmet. But it was very satisfying to ride a little over 50 miles/80 km under those conditions. Whatever is going on with my weight I am sure I am slowly trading pounds of fat for equivalent muscle mass.
The sights weren’t too shabby either. I rode past a lot of American Industrial Era infrastructure,
and what the locals call “cottages.”
Today it’s on to Salem, and tomorrow into the heart of downtown Boston, where I’ll catch the ferry out to the Cape. So let it rain if it is going to- nothing is going to keep me from enjoying my ride.