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- Retrospective
We thought ahead looking at the situation we were in for dinner and also ordered some extra food for breakfast when we got dinner. It was a nice start to the day. We made coffee in the room machine, watched a little news and had our breakfast. It also gave me an extra minute to try (in vain) to make this web site do what I’m trying for.
After some breakfast and showers we were ready to leave at 9:30.
We knew it was too late, but we talked about where we might have seen Moose out front of the motel like our host said we could, if we were up pre dawn. This lead to an entire conversation about the wild life we’ve been seeing (the alive stuff). The north shore has really surprised both of us with all the different things we’ve seen.
The road had a nice wide shoulder that let us ride side by side for a while. It was a nice and unexpected pleasure. We could talk and not have to yell or say everything twice or miss half of the conversation. The conversation made the miles fly by. It is nice to have a distraction. Riding a bike is claimed to be the most joyous form of transportation, but hours and hours… Sometimes anger is good to work through. Maybe a conversation you can run over and over in your head. But riding side by and being able to tell stories, make jokes, point out the passing sights is clearly the best kind of distraction.
As we rode about 200 feet in front of us a sudden movement caught our eyes. And we got to see an American Bald Eagle fly from the shoulder of the road, on our right to the tree tops up the hill to our left. It was quick but beautiful all the same. North shore is rocking this! I had no idea we would see all of this wild life and we’re just past the quarter mark.
The shoulder ebbed and flowed allowing us to side by side or single file. Our conversations followed suit.
Either it was the enhanced ability to talk, or knowing today ties us for the longest ride either of has gone on, or the terrain, or what ever… We rode well, and quick. We didn’t need to stop too much, or have many obstacles to go around. We even came across a long strip of freshly laid road. Fresh enough that it wasn’t even painted yet, construction crews and their vehicles we’re in our way. Eventually we needed to turn to our follow our road, and even then we found hardly used road. It was so luxurious.
We stopped at a gas station store. When we walked in we looked left, looked right and for a second we thought there was a giant mirror on one of the sides. But in fact this store was twice as big as we thought. As we looked to the left was the “adult” section having liquor, hunting gear, and novelty shot glasses and what not. To the right they had prepared foods and snacks … and suddenly it opened up to reveal it was also attached to a grocery store. This store was full of surprises.
We checked the map and saw we had about thirty more miles till the hotel. We continued back and fourth single file and side by side as the road provided.
Just like that we pulled into the town the hotel I was looking at is in. We questioned if we could have really ridden 70ish miles without really even knowing it. Then we saw the sign… Last Hotel for 50 miles. We knew this was our place. The day went so smooth and easy, but to just add on an extra 50 at this point…
We went to the office to check in. No one was there. I called the numbers provided. We sat outside and talked about the irony of getting to our place early enough we might have dinner without being pushed out the door, or maybe even before the espresso machine is turned off. And yet we sit outside the hotel waiting. But in the end, if the worse part of our day is waiting a few extra minutes to check in, I’ll take it the rest of the tour.
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