8:30am We’ve slept in, having decided last night only to go 17 miles to the next state park, as opposed to the 68 miles it is to the one after. There is no rush to pack up – we have all day. If I had an alarm clock I would be hitting the snooze button right now. Instead I roll over on my sleeping mat, getting comfortable to doze for a few more minutes, but I can’t ignore the unpleasant smell that is wafting around the tent.
We need a laundromat. It’s been nine days since our clothes have seen a washer. We have three sets of clothes. You do the math. The smell is a funky mix of B.O. and musty dank ocean mist. We know it’s bad when we can’t stand our own stink. We hate doing laundry as much as the next person. We’re way beyond what hand washing can fix. With all the humidity and rain, what we really need is a dryer.
We are in luck, the only town we encounter today has a laundromat. We reward ourselves with a second breakfast of pancakes 2x the size of my face. Mine also comes with two eggs, bacon and sausage. Oh, how I love breakfast!
We frap about town for a bit, go to the library for a check on the internets, and then head to the campground. We have a fun night hanging out with the other bicycle travelers. There were 10 of us sitting around a picnic table, sharing snacks and travel stories, discussing things that are yelled at us from passing vehicles. Some not so nice. The conversation eventually turns to what’s always on our minds: food. We explain grits and chicken fried steak to the Canadians, while they describe poutine, a great late-night snack. Then they bring up maple syrup. Oh, Canada, you and your maple leaves on everything. Everyone knows that the best maple syrup comes from Vermont!