I am really not a morning person. I had everything done last night, including showering. It still took two hours to get on the road, and I didn’t even have to break up camp. I am so slow to get around in the mornings. Hopefully, I can reduce that time.

My route today took me through downtown Hartford.

Hartford must be the insurance capital of the world. Every large building downtown had the name one insurance company or another on it. I was in the process of getting myself lost trying to find my way across the river when a bicycle commuter named David pulled up beside me.* He also tours and asked about my plans. When he was about to leave, he asked if I needed anything. I asked if he could tell me how to get across the river. He ended up guiding me across the river and to the highway I was going to take for the rest of the day. Thanks, David. Without you, I may still be in downtown Hartford.

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It has been getting cold at night, down into the lower 40’s. It wakes me up and I have trouble sleeping after about 3:00 a.m. The sun started coming up this morning at around 5:30 and it warmed up a little. Once the temp was above about 50, I felt comfortable enough, so I stayed in bed a little late this morning. Still, I was on the road by about 9:00.

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I’ve got to figure out routines. So far, it has been all about the miles, or lack thereof. How much do I do at night to prepare for the next day? What is my morning routine? What about lunch? Dinner? Sightseeing? I think I had the right idea the first day. I just sort of lost control toward the end. The second day was out of control almost from the beginning. I also need to make sure I pack with routines in mind. It does not make sense to burry something that I might use for lunch or pack something the night before that I need in the morning.

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Sunlight woke me up a little before six this morning. Surprisingly, I was not sore from the day before and thought I could put in another good day. After packing up, I was on the road a little after 7:00. A few miles down the road, I entered Connecticut without realizing it. I was on neighborhood streets, so there was no “Welcome to Connecticut” sign. It did not take long to realize that I was more tired than I thought. Along the “country roads” there are many large houses with huge yards. I considered asking at one if I could pitch my tent in the back yard for the night. That probably would not have worked so well.

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