September 20

I quit riding at 3:45 - hit a town, Stafford Springs, CT, with a good co-op grocery and cold beer, and there were darkening clouds in the west. It was uphill into a headwind all day; I had to walk the bike on at least three hills. But I'm feeling good, and I'm camped off the highway in a secluded spot with a patch of oregano growing in it.