Pizza Woods

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This morning Rach and I had a strategy session and decided on another short day. After a leisurely morning reading we eventually donned our bike clothes and departed the Hidden Valley Golf and RV Park. The miles today were largely lanes that wound through forest and homes before our destination in Exeter, New Hampshire. We rolled a right on the 108 and found the Exeter Elms Campground, our home for the night.

We enjoyed the pool. They had an inflatable bucking bronco pool toy and some inflatable white chickens you could ride on. I neared the end of my book The Yiddish Policemen's Union. It's a good one. Earlier in the day we had stopped at a small grocery store that didn't have much to offer. In the late afternoon we sized up our dinner prospects and they looked a touch meager. The first idea was to ride back into town but thunderstorms were threatening - that idea was out. Rach came up with a winner when she suggested we have pizza delivered to our tent.

I thought I'd have to do a little convincing when I called the restaurant but it appeared to be totally normal to them and the man offered to deliver it to our exact site. I went to take a shower and the rains arrived. Fierce winds blew through the campground and I ran back to the tent as the rain built. We took cover in our good friend the tent and our other good friend the pizza delivery man showed up a few minutes later. We ate inside, happy and dry. It was a glorious evening.

Kingston, New Hampshire

Our new buddy

Pizza party

Comments

  1. the Old GuyJune 18, 2018 at 10:54 PM

    Oh, I suppose they're are better things than pizza, but when you really think about it, are there?

    Thanks for the financial conversation earlier today. Stay safe. Ride with the rubber side down. And keep on communicating.

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  2. CheriJune 19, 2018 at 5:05 PM

    God bless the pizza delivery man. Rach, what a brilliant idea!

    Ride safely.

    Cheri

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