Sunday last, I saw this Provincetown dog in tow. Great balance.
Shortly after arriving in Onset, another miscalculation came into focus: I hadn’t built in any rest days. So after a day of some mild touristing in the area and some asking around, a fellow named Dave appeared offering a ride to Seekonk. Here are some typical tourist photos:
Statue of topless native woman gazing out on the harbor at Onset.
The Victorian with the red roof is the Point Independence Inn where I hung around enjoying the warm sea air instead of riding.
Arrived late afternoon in Seekonk at the beautifully restored Jacob Hill Inn run by Bill and Eleanor. Breakfast was their world-famous French toast stuffed with raspberry preserves and cream cheese – really good, along with homemade granola, assorted fruits and muffins. Set out that morning for Narraganset in the rain, soon passed a rent-a-car lot, rented a car, stuffed the bike in the back and continued to my destination in the downpour.
At this point you’re thinking, “What?!? A little rain and he packs it in, calls it a day, quits? Where’s the story of triumph over injury and middle age? You call that a challenge?” You have every right to demand your money back. My three-pronged weather checking system: NOAA.gov, weather.com and local TV news all had rainy predictions stretching into the next six days with a possible break today (Sunday). Hell with that.
About a half hour from Narraganset, the tempest stopped and blue sky appeared. Had I yet again miscalculated? Was my trust in three weather sources misplaced? I released the bike from its entrunkation and set off to explore the area in the remaining daylight.
