We woke at 7 am and began biking at 8 am. We had gone off the route to get to the Motel 6, so now we had to figure out how to get back. The locals directed us to a service road that ran beside the highway. As we rode down a hill on the service road, the shoulder changed from asphalt to gravel. As Lorraine rode over the gravel, the bike fishtailed and then slid to the ground. Lorraine grabbed the guardrail and managed to avoid falling. She was upset by the near fall and wasn’t sure we were heading in the right direction. We spoke to a couple of men in an auto garage and they pointed us in the right direction. The road we were looking for had no name on our map, and it turned out that it was called Lovers Lane. We were tickled by that! It was a hilly back road that headed north and put us back on the route. We stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast.
The roads ahead were mostly rolling hills, with some steep climbs like we’ve been warned about! Lenny stopped at post offices along the way to send back more film. Just past the town of Newburn, a 12-year-old boy shouted to us, “Where are you coming from?” and when we told him, he said, “Oregon!!!” then asked “Where are you going to?” and when we answered, he said, “New Jersey!!! Jeeez!!!” We stopped in Christianburg to get groceries, then had a buffet dinner at the Country Cooking restaurant. We camped at the Interstate RV Park and listened to the sounds of the highway all night long. The cool, breezy weather in the evening was wonderful for a change!
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