September 18, 2006

An embarrassing moment. Tenting back in the woods in the late afternoon, and while I was changing clothes I was taken short, still nude. If you don't know what that means ask Judy Parsons. And two friendly dogs come bounding up, barking and wagging tails. I dove for the tent, and was struggling into my underwear when one of the owners of the dogs, a woman, came to the tent to retrieve the annoying little beasts, apologizing for them. Balls out, I lamely said I was changing clothes. She and her husband came past a little later on their way home, again very apologetic The woods I was camped in were part of a municipal park.

Only about 40 miles today. The hindrances were headwinds, laundry and conversations. Everybody wants to do it. I'm not being mistaken for a hobo, at least not often.
I'm in Massachusetts, stealth camping for the second night in a row.