Day 1

After a bit of a rough start crossing the George Washington Bridge, we finally made it to New Jersey. Our maps required that we make a lot of turns through the glorious urban sprawl, onto streets that sometimes did not exist. Thanks to the help of the strapping firemen—and one policeman—of Patterson, NJ, we managed to continue west.
Lunch in Denville was lovely and very necessary because, as it turns out, New Jersey has a few hills. At this point, we have decided that we are happy to never again have to ride on Mt. Pleasant Rd, Vreeland Rd and Mountain Rd. Some have kind citizens have told us that there more mountains in our future. As one, strapping fireman said, “You’re going to hit a few hills between here and California.” At about 6 p.m., we elected to stop for the night, to end our 12-hour day. Spent the night at a luxurious campsite (boasts hot showers for a quarter!! So nice). Sadly, day 2 began with thunderstorms at 1 a.m. We’re still fiddling with our tents. Lisa suffered.

BUT all was well during our delicious dinner of macaroni and cheese with tuna. AND chocolate.

Internet spotty--pictures to come.