Nor’easter 

Biked the entire day through a nor’easter — mid 40’s for a high, feeling like it was 30 degrees all day in the high winds and absolutely soaked through early on and all day.

Absolute MISERY.

Shades of hypothermia on a couple of occasions when stopped. And did over 3,000 feet of climbing. Too cold to eat. Too cold to drink. Just wanted it to stop.

Absolute MISERY.

Almost hit — within inches by a boat trailer on a shoulderless stretch of steep road. The shocking  moment when I dove shoulder first into a rock outcropping continues to loop in my head. Insanely dangerous.

Absolute MISERY.

We’re not even biking on the East Coast Greenway. For some mysterious reason — probably to swing wide of New York City — we’re on the very steep rolling section of the Atlantic Coast Route that parallels the perfectly sane and well constructed rail trails of the East Coast Greenway in Connecticut. Those trails are a mere 20-30 miles to our south.

Piss-poor routing choice by the Adventure Cycling Association.

Why call this an East Coast Greenway tour if we depart the trail for this dangerous traverse made orders of magnitude worse by cycling in a nor’easter.

Absolute MISERY!

On the positive side… at least I wasn’t killed on the side of the road. 

Day 84
Start: Putnam, CT
End: Stafford, CT
Miles: 33.26 / 1,414

At least we have a fire… we made it to the endpoint with our lives.

Absolute MISERY biking.

What I’m Reading:

BEING OLD IS SOMETHING YOU ONLY UNDERSTAND ONCE YOU GET THERE

— Laura Peréz / Ocultos