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Sardines The morning dawned foggy. It had been our first night in the tent with all three of us. Cozy, to say the least. I learned what sardines must feel like. We had to do a group roll when we wanted to change positions. Sherry didn't feel like riding. "My butt hurts, my legs are still tired and my knee is throbbing." "The fourth day is the hardest," I told her sympathetically. I thought she might be beginning to see a pattern developing. We met Hermann as we rode past his farm. He was riding a sturdy bike down his driveway to pick up his mail. Stopping at his mailbox he said, "That's about as far as I want to ride my bike." Sherry wholeheartedly agreed. She was ready for more milk and cookies. It was a Saturday, entailing shopping for two days, since Sunday the stores were closed. It took us hours to get all our food-six kilometers of riding around town and much frustration. I'm certain we saw every gate into Rothenburg and every section of the wall by the time we found our groceries. Then, we checked out some more sights in Rothenburg. We went through a drive through church. No one blessed us though. In the town square a market was set up with a cider squeezing press and the remains of apples stuck in wooden pails. Talk about fresh. After a few hours of sightseeing we rode out into the countryside. Schillingsfürst offered a glimpse of a castle on a hill. It was the first time Sherry showed little interest in investigating. She loved castles, but she was tired. Her knee was still paining her. After only twentyseven kilometers, we opted to call it an early day. Spotting a forest above a farm field we biked up a lane and pushed into the trees. We hadn't been there two minutes before I found a tiny tick crawling on me. Sherry was not impressed that there were wood ticks. Everything was quiet until a fellow in a 4x4 came along to gather wood. We watched him peer through the grove towards us, but he never came over or said anything. The three of us bunched into our two person tent. It was going to be another tight night shoulder to shoulder. As long as no one moved it was tolerable. If someone wanted to roll over we would all have to roll at the same time. I hoped we didn't have to do this often. If someone had told me I would be sleeping with two women-and hating it-I never would have believed them. |
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