Bear Lake - Vernon [back]

After a great day of rest, ping pong in the boat house, and canoeing around the lake, Alex and I got back on the road to finish our journey. I wasn't able to get a replacement tire for my trailer, so I lined the inside of my tire with duct tape and hoped that it would hold until I found a shop that had a 16 inch tire. Since we climbed up into the Poconos to get to Bear Lake, today was mostly downhill to the Delaware Water Gap and the border of New Jersey. The cool air of late summer and the mountains made the descents a little chilly, but the adrenaline of reaching a state that touched the Atlantic ocean seemed to overshadow any discomfort the weather provided.

A couple of hours later, after finding a bike shop to replace my trailer tire, we had reached the Delaware river and crossed into New Jersey. This marked the second to last major river I had to cross, the Hudson still remained, and the fourteenth state of my trip. As has been the custom, we stopped at the border and took a picture of the sign welcoming us to a new state.

A few miles later, Alex and I stopped to make a phone call to an old coworker of ours. Sherri Borges still works for DigitalThink, but several years ago decided to leave the Bay Area with her husband and move to the country of western New Jersey. When I called to let her know where we were, she told us we were only three miles from her house, so invited us over. Sherri and her husband live on six acres of land overlooking the surrounding countryside. They both work from their home, so they were able to spend some time with us, offering us snacks and a swim in their pool. After a couple of hours, we had to get back on the road and Sherri had to get on a conference call with the client that Alex and I both worked with before we left DigitalThink. We made sure she told them that she saw us and to tell them that we weren't thinking about them at all. What a wonderful feeling.

We were hoping to make it to Newton, New Jersey that night to find a motel room, but when we got into town, there wasn't a single place to stay. It was getting dark, we had already ridden 70 miles and the nearest motel was twenty miles away. We stopped at a Subway to eat and discuss our options, but rather quickly concluded our only one was to keep riding to Vernon. The entire trip, I've avoided riding at night, instead opting for early morning rides, but tonight, we didn't have a choice. So, we attached our lights to our bike, put on our reflective clothing and began to ride. Fortunately, the roads were relatively flat and lightly travelled. Our visibility wasn't all that great, but an hour and a half later, we safely rolled into the parking lot of a Days Inn. It was 9:30, we were tired, but we were now twenty miles closer to home. If it was relatively flat, we might make it to Milford by tomorrow night. If it was hilly, we'd reach Danbury, then roll into Milford early Saturday morning. We went to bed, eagerly anticipating to near conclusion to our trip.

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