Today we left Maury and Rebecca’s house in Maryland and biked 7 miles to D.C. to get back on route.
Rock Creek River Trail, pretty at times but it was the worst bike path we’ve encountered. It was poorly signed and extremely confusing with turn offs everywhere twisting every which way. With the heat it took us 4 hours to go just 24 miles. Really. We kept getting lost and frustrated.
We decided to stop early in town. The volunteer fire house put us up for the night. Everyone was super fun to talk to. One of the guys told us how he took his fire class with Joaquin Pheonix and that they went to 9 strip clubs together in 3 weeks. He’d hand him $100 bills to give to the girls… I would have pocketed them. “Then John Travolta would walk in looking like an ape.”
We got our own cubicle with bunks! Listened to the county operator all night over the speaker system. “Female, 25, loss of consciousness… Male, 32, suicide…” It kept waking us up. Morbid, but the voice was kind of soothing at the same time.
Tomorrow is crunch time to get to NY in 2 days.