Cooling my feet in the Atlantic

        The last fifty miles dwindled away even as I fought a moderate headwind. Being a real steamer of a day,  I took several breaks; two veggie stands and a classy convenience store.  For the record, I ate the largest peach I have ever seen, maybe a pound and wonderfully delicious.  Cruising into Lewes, Delaware during rush hour was a little challenging.  Being a mile from the Atlantic, I asserted myself at the intersections and took no BS from overly aggressive drivers.  I have learn how to protect my space and used it very effectively getting through Lewes to the water.

       At long last, there was the Atlantic  within a short walk.  With  helmet and shoes removed, I wove my way  through the sun worshippers and waded in past my ankles.  I looked totally out of place wearing with my ride tights and American flag shirt.  Who cares really, I scanned the sea and beach, pondered my accomplishment and headed back to the bike.  With directions, I found a very nice restaurant with a large wrap around porch bordering a lagoon. Of course, I treated myself to feast which included two IPAs.  The woman seated at the next table was nice enough to take a few photos of me with my iphone.  I posted one on Facebook, sent out a few texts and hit the road for Henlopin State Park.  Bummer, the park campsite was booked but the person at the gate house told me where I could take a shower.  I told him what I had done and, without saying so, he knew I was going to gorilla camp for the night. After showering , I rode down a deserted bike path, scoped out a secluded spot near the ocean and quickly pushed my bike through some high grasses to a place behind some low Pine trees.  I removed my yellow pannier rain covers and stashed them along with my bright orange helmet behind a tree. My rent is up and I hope to go undetected.  

      Tomorrow morning I may take the ferry over to Cape May and begin bicycling north. No sense in hanging around, it is peak season, the area is packed with beach goers and there is no place to stay which fits my budget.

   Now for the trek home in whatever form it may take, no doubt a lot of bicycling.