Another day of good fortune

        Leaving Washington had its moments of frustration.  Gradually the city gave way to the country.  Route 50, though a direct shot  to Annaplolis with a wide shoulder, was a roaring mess of cars three lanes wide. Through Goggle Map I found  a route suitable for me and my machine.  

         Annapolis is a beautiful city/town but a little overdone filled with the usual suspects.  Hold up in Subway while refueling, i had no luck with finding a warmshowers place to stay.  With time on my side, I decided to make an attempt on the Cheasepeake Bay bridge eight or so miles down the road.  No bikes allowed was the catch. One wamershowers person said he had merely set his bike by an entrance ramp to route  50 and hitched a ride over.  I was planning the same as I rode towards the bridge.  Behind me appeared another cyclist out for a spin.  He came along side and after realizing my situation, he offered to get his car and give me a lift over the bridge.  I hung out at a center medium war memorial near where we met. An hour later, David Beavis (an Englishman) appeared with his car, overhead bike rack and a supply. of water and Gatorade.  There is a god.  

He drove me over the bridge as well as the Kents Narrows bridge, another not so fun bridge.  It is amazing the bond bicyclists have with each other. Anyways, God bless the man and I hope I can return the favor some day.

      Once on my way, things became quite rural. Having no map, the sun was my only guide.  Eventually with the help of a driver I flagged down, I had Google Map directions to Tuckahoe Stare Park where I could tent for the night.   As has been the case throughout the trip, the directions were less than perfect. Another Goggle Map check corrected the errors. Traversing over several quaint country roads I arrived at the park.  With very little food, the sun going down and seventy-four miles on the odometer, I was once again rescued. The  park director emerged in his truck from the campsite road.  I waved him down asking for camping details. He pointed the way, followed me over, stored my bike in a shed  and drove me to a store so I could buy dinner. He even gave me a cold Gatorade and a map of Maryland and Delaware which I desperately needed.  My second guardian angel in one day.  Paul Detrich saved the day and I was able to get my tent set up just as the last rays of light faded away.  Washington to the middle of the Eastern Shore in one day.  Hot and tired, I pulled it off.

        Fifty miles to go and I will be swimming in the Atlantic!