Bike Touring Journals by Neil Anderson and Sharon Anderson Bicycle touring journals
September 13 Wednesday sun rain Bicycle touring Germany
Walkers on the trail go by our cycle touring tent and say, "Gut morn." I think they are out picking mushrooms.
I saw a tick on my forearm, but it wasn't embedded yet. Too bad. I want to see if our new tick removal tool works. The tick was super tiny. A mere speck with spindly legs.
Sharon wasn't in too much of a riding mood but the sun is shining and we're pretty much right out in the open to anyone walking or driving along. We pack up our bicycle touring goodies and hit the road.
We pedal until we come to a roadside rest area and stop to have lunch under a covered table. It begins to rain.
A car comes along. It stops. An old lady gets out of the passenger side. She wanders over to a log pile which hides her from the traffic on the road, but she is right out in the open to us. She mustn't have seen us sitting at the picnic table. She hikes up her dress. She drops her pantyhose and pees. That's the trouble when an oldster's eyesight fails.
Earlier, Sharon had gone on a walk and had found a machine shed up by a ski jump. In complete darkness we push our fully loaded touring bicycles up there, but when we arrive there is a light coming from the window of the house.
We abandon plans to camp there and stumble back down the hill in the blackness. We camp behind the picnic table, using a Bic lighter as a mini torch (and in the process melt the plastic into a molten blob). Those lighters get hot!
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