For more detailed maps, scroll down through the blog. Click on any one to enlarge it; use the backspace button to return to the blog. That goes for the photos, too.
Day 12: Friday, 13th July. Destination: Headwaters Motor Lodge, Boonville, New York
I don’t know at what point precisely we left the Adirondacks, but it happened sometime today. Probably heading out of Old Forge, a largish town at the Western end of the lakes, where we stopped for breakfast (two eggs, scrambled, with white toast, home-fries and coffee). On the plus side leaving was mostly descent, but I’m going to miss the pretty scenery. One more picturesque stop of note by Moose River, where we skimmed stones and watched Edward scramble easily across rocks to a mid-stream island to then get stuck on his way back. I actually wanted to join him, but was too chicken and, yes, I didn’t have a pair of who-cares-about-getting–wet tevas on my feet. One day I’ll find them…
The last 10 miles of the day were tiring for Ewa & I: perhaps the combination of a slight headwind (first we’ve really come across), plus uphill at the end of the day was enough to put the snail in our pace. So it was good to arrive in Boonville, despite joining the first major road in a good while and having to follow it out of town before arriving at our motel. Comfy enough place, though; plus the walk into town wasn’t bad at all, taking us past characterful townhouses into the faded grandeur of a rather ramshackle main street. We hung out at Chatty Cathy’s Internet Café, blogging to lounge music, before eating veggieburgers and fries at a chrome-and-red-leather banquette in Freddie’s rock’n’roll Diner. We listened to The Beatles “I Saw Her Standing There” on the jukebox, and drank chocolate milkshakes. On a note more The Omen than Happy Days, we were accompanied most of the way home by a very large and somewhat frightening black dog. Even Ewa, our resident dog-lover, was a bit ill at ease. Fortunately it got bored of us and wandered off down a darkened side street, no doubt to transform into a werewolf.
I've updated my blog. There are 3 reasons why: 1) so it reads from start to finish rather than the other way round; 2) so I can include some episodes that never made it to the original; and 3) to add some photos. A consequence of this is that the blog archive below reads as if all blogs were produced in June 2010. It's just the way Blogger works. The original dates are incorporated in the individual blog titles.
If you want to use the tags at the bottom of each blog, remember to click 'Older Post' when you want to go to the next, newer, one.
The detailed maps also work as chapter headings: they correspond to each of the 12 cycle maps I needed to get from coast to coast.
This Summer, I'm cycling across North America from Bar Harbor, Maine to Florence, Oregon. 4,300 miles, give or take a few. The first three weeks of my trip I'll be accompanied by my friends Edward & Ewa, and the rest will be solo. None of us are fitness freaks, but we do like the outdoors and looking at nice views. We've been in training since last November, and hopefully will be in reasonable shape come our start date, July 2nd.
I'm doing it simply for the adventure, but if you're interested, I'm also going to be raising money for the charity Architects For Aid. They do great work, and you can find out more about them by clicking the link at the top of this page. There's a link to my sponsorship page below.
I'll be updating this weblog regularly, so come back soon, John.
My Favourites List
TV Commercial: "Obsessing over celebrity is wrong..." Yup, the prize for best TV ad - and this will come as no surprise to Edward & Ewa - goes to Wendy's Baconator. Watch it here, if you dare (click on the black & white image of a guy screaming...)
Breakfast: Again, no surprises for E&E - a tie between oatmeal with raisins, brown sugar & maple syrup, and two eggs (scrambled) with hashbrowns and white toast.
State: Tough call, but the M's have it, in a tie between Minnesota and Montana.
The Internal Jukebox
I decided not to take my MP3 Player with me. Too heavy, and I wanted to listen to crickets and birds. But nature abhors a vaccuum so during this trip, from time to time, I've found myself singing or humming an assortment of tunes. In a roughly chronological order, here's the ones I remember:
Heard It On The X - ZZ Top
Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd
Acony Bell - Gillian Welch
11:11 - Rufus Wainwright
I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles
The Carpet Crawl - Genesis
Don't Bring Me Down - ELO
You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Bob Dylan
That Kind Of Love - Alison Krauss
Fun For Me - Moloko
Work It - Missy Elliott
Mississippi Delta - Bobby Gentry
Where The Lazy River Goes By - Teddy Wilson
I'm Gonna Love You Too - Blondie
Tie A Yellow Ribbon - Tony & Dawn
Big Sky - Kate Bush
Walking On The Moon - The Police
Old MacDonald Had A Creek / The Hokey Cokey (Medley)
Everyday America - Sugarland
Walk This Way - Aerosmith
The Gambler - Kenny Rogers
The End - The Beatles
I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - White Stripes
and , of course,
(I've Got A) Sore Butt (& My Butt Is Sore)