108km/66m, 6hrs 2mins, 17.9kph/11.1mph, 647m/2103ft of climbing.
Cumulative distance so far: 3054km/1897miles
A much easier day than expected. I've been in amongst some serious mountains all day, but whoever built US highway 2 did a remarkable job of threading it between rather than over them, so I did surprisingly little climbing. And saw a lot of wildlife, especially cottontail deer, numbers of which crossed the road in front of me from time to time.
I am in Gorham, New Hampshire, on the edge of the White Mountains National Forest. Mount Washington is just up the road. The scenery is stunning here, perhaps the most beautiful of the whole trip. The mosquitos are equally outstanding, unfortunately.
And I had another extraordinary small-town experience this evening. I was sitting at a bar having a beer and a salad. The place was pretty much deserted so I was chatting to the barmaid. She was a woman in her thirties who was, in her own words, "born and raised" in Gorham, New Hampshire. I asked her if she'd never wanted to move away and she said "I dunno. I'm not a fan of coloureds and at least everyone's white here." It's a very long time since I was quite so lost for words.
Day off tomorrow.
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Now back from a week with C and girls in the Med, and it's good to catch up with the diary. Acadia - didn't The Band have at least one song referencing? You must be really fit now. I was wondering what you think about as you grind out the miles, so it was good to read about that. Any reinforced or changed views about the world, when you aren't concentrating on simply pushing the pedals round?
Love from all here.
Rich, thanks for your regular comments, I appreciate them. No changed views about the world except a renewed conviction that it's best seen from a bicycle seat.
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