I take back what I said about New Hampshire drivers. I don’t know if it was because of the rain this morning or because I’ve reached some more rural areas, but the drivers gave me more room today.
So far, I have had pretty good luck with the weather. There was a very brief thunder storm the first day, but that happened after I already reached camp. There was also a very light rain another day, just enough to dampen my shirt. Today, however, the good luck ended. It was raining when I woke up. I thought I waited it out, but after I finished breaking down camp and when I was just about to start to ride, the rain began again. It was pretty heavy at times. I found a gas station in Nottingham, NH, to wait out the heavier rain. Fortunately, it stopped at about 11:00.
I get the impression that not many people in New Hampshire have heard of bicycle touring, though that may be more common than I realize. It’s too bad because the state is quite beautiful, with gently rolling hills covered in forests and granite outcroppings. If you can avoid the traffic, it is a nice state to bicycle through.
I went through Dover, NH, today. Dover was settled in 1623.
This was a short day, which allowed me to stop at a laundromat to give my clothes a good wash. I have been keeping them “clean” by washing them in sinks or tubs. That works to a degree, but they needed a real wash.
Even if I am still trying to figure out routines, my legs have made their own. Once I stop pedaling, they are done for the day. After doing laundry, I still had about 5 miles to ride to the campground. Even though it was a short day and 5 miles is hardly any distance, my legs were having none of it. The pedaling had stopped, so they were done.
I crossed the border to Maine, barely. David in Hartford, CT, (the bicycle commuter, not the hostel manager) recommended riding along the Maine coast. I’m not too far from the coast, so will probably head that way for a day before turning west.