From
Lewiston, I rode to Conway, New Hampshire (5-5).
For the first time in weeks, I started the day without a jacket.
Not that it was 75 or 80 degrees, but at least a good solid
60.
I
spent a lot of riding time today thinking about what I’ll do
when I get back home. I
still have a lot of confidence that there will be something
(career-wise) that is really good for me, but I don’t have much
of a clue as to what it will be.
I’ve said all along that I’m not going to worry about
it until I get back home. Well….
As
I approached Conway, I began to see real mountains again.
Okay, they’re not the Rockies, or even the Smokies, but
there are a lot of them at 4000+ feet and they look like mountains
to me.
(Great
Adventures to Scenic Places)
