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That was the high point of yesterday, which I cut short here after just two hours and
twenty-five miles. It poured much of the way and the drops laced my face like hailstones
in the blustery east wind. I can't go any farther south unless I want to end up back in
Chicago, but the rain persists this morning and the wind has grown only stronger. I'm
frustrated and eager to put some miles behind me—I've got a date in New Orleans in less
than two weeks and a flight to make in Pittsburgh—but thunderstorms are forecast for
the next few hours and to ride on purpose into a fifteen- to twenty-mile-per-hour blow
strikes me as foolish, or worse—no fun.
Anyway, this is an agreeable town with a handsome harbor, a resortish stop for boat-
ers located in the northwest corner of a county known for its blueberries. Not a bad
place to be stuck, actually, with a variety of places to eat, a bicycle shop (where I think
I'll take advantage of a rainy morning to get a tune-up), and a first-run movie house
where admission, a tub of popcorn, and a bottle of water cost me $8.50—a miracle to a
