The Lighthouse tour was the follow-on tour after I had ridden MOOSA. Both tours were run by the same company (Can AM Wheelers) and many of the participants from MOOSA were also on the Lighthouse tour.
Where does one trip end and the other begin? At registration? Or when you arrive at the next destination? I'll say that the Lighthouse trip began when we arrived in Bar Harbor, Maine.
Exiting the van and waiting for the Ryder truck to arrive, Gill and I took stock of who had arrived. I was still looking for my buddy - Virginia Jerry. We walked around introducing ourselves to new people and saying hello to old friends. The grass slope outside the College of the Atlantic was slowly filling with tents. I scoped out a spot with a roof to sleep under and then went to get my bicycle.
I wanted to go into town to eat. Gill told me that Virginia Jerry had just driven up, so I ran over to the parking area to talk to him. It was a happy occasion as we talked and discovered that he had gone home to take care of some issues. For the next week he would be with us. As we started walking into town we ran into Jerry and Judy, who had also been on the Santa Fe trip. It was old homecoming week! Francis was there, along with Lou. The gang was together again! We spent quite sometime talking before the drizzle forced us to make a decision about moving.
Thom, Jerry, Gill and I went into town to eat and look at the bicycle shop. I had a haddock sandwich. This must be an east coast fish. I'd never had haddock in my life and now I had eaten it about 5 times! Don't they eat any other fish in Maine?? (No, lobster isn't a fish.)
We wandered around Bar Harbor (or Ba Haba as the locals seem to say) for a while. I found a drug store that sold cards and stocked up for the trip. Vince had let it slip that his birthday was Thursday. But he said we couldn't celebrate it because it wasn't a "big" one. When he told me he was going to be 56, I quickly decided that we could make it a big one by simply changing the base. So we bought Vince a birthday card - he'd be 70 base 8. :) (I hope he appreciated our efforts.)
Back at camp it was time to register. A neat t-shirt for the trip, route slips and a new license plate for my bicycle. Hmm, I needed something original to out on my license plate. Got it - I'll use my email address and see if anyone sends me email. (It didn't work.)
We had the usual 8 p.m. meeting later that evening, so in a heroic effort to try and bring the new group together, I recruited some of the other MOOSA riders to help make cardboard antlers to wear at the appropriate time. Anne, Richard, Meghan and Gill all pitched in to help. We had Ewan working as lookout in case Steve wandered by after he had surprised us once. "What are you doing?" Steve asked. I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say, so I blurted out, "Making shelter." Good one Susan, that's real believable. I guess we should have chosen a more isolated location as we were asked quite often what we were doing.
The antlers came out quite good for a group that hadn't seen any moose. We all looked like Bullwinkle, but the essence of moose was there. The only problem was securing the antlers to our heads. Gill solved the problem by sticking the antlers into her helmet.
Our artwork completed, we set up our ringer for the meeting. We needed someone whom Steve wouldn't suspect to ask about moose sightings on the MOOSA trip. Virginia Jerry was our man. After Steve gave us the next day's details he always asked for questions. Jerry's question would be the cue for us to make our appearance. Talk about embarrassing. Can you imagine making your first appearance in front of a new group of adults wearing cardboard moose antlers and bellowing like a cow?? Who dreams up these crazy ideas?
There is a quote that I like, "Dare to be stupid." It was used in reference to trying things that you might fail at. Well, we were certainly "daring to be stupid" that night.
Actually, it all went off pretty well. We managed to attract attention at the appropriate time and Steve just rolled right along with the whole episode. Mimi took pictures of us. I'm not sure that I want to see the final photos though.
Gill, Virginia Jerry and I went out for a Maine lobster dinner that evening, my first. It was OK. There are other things I'd rather eat that I think taste better. I received a lesson on how to eat the lobster from the waitress. There is a lot of messing around to get all the meat out. The liver tastes ok, though the texture is odd. I kept my plastic lobster bib in case it might come in handy later on.
I was ready for a good night's sleep as we had to have our gear on the Ryder truck by 6:30 a.m. We tried to sleep inside but were asked to leave just after we had turned out the lights. I put the "top" under a bush in case it rained (it did, a bit) and tossed the stuff on top. Gill put her umbrella up to block a light that was shining in our eyes. Versitle.
We were up early, since *everyone* was up early. :( Time for coffee and "Good mornings" to the newcomers. There was a queue to load stuff on the truck, so while I was waiting I was getting orange juice poured out of a carton into my mouth. It was a trusting move on my part when I lay down and had Pete pour the juice from 3 feet up. He didn't miss a drop!
We rode down to the Bluenose ferry for the trip to Nova Scotia. The water was calm, a good omen for me as I get sea-sick looking at a ship in a bottle! I found a spot near the center of the ship (less movement) and settled in for a long nap. I slept 5 hours out of the 6 hour trip. :) I did get up for the Spanish coffee happy hour. A couple of folks saw whales. I saw sheep.
The trip from the ferry to the camp was short. Steve still managed to put a hill between our arrival point and our destination. Gill was talking to some local women who had come down to the ferry to see us. We had been written up in the local paper and they gave Gill a copy. How nice. One of the fun things about bicycle trips through remote areas is that locals will talk to you. On the Santa Fe trip, we had been written up in the local paper in several towns. It's a bit of an ego booster to see pictures of your friends on the front page. "Hey, I know them."
We rode to camp and gathered up our gear. Once again, all the tents were crammed on the football field. I opted for a quiet spot near the buildings. Just enough room for a sleeping bag.
Today was Gator and Jan's 40th wedding anniversary, so Gill and I carried their bags to their campsite for them. We thought they should have a little break from work. Gator then asked if we were going to put up their tent as well. He's a lot of fun to have on a trip. Always smiling and joking around.
We decided to ride out and see the Yarmouth lighthouse. I was determined to see a lighthouse on this trip. I had already missed the ones coming into Yarmouth harbor as I was inside. The ride out was rolling and we passed some small fishing villages. The lighthouse was very nice, perched up on a cliff overlooking the ocean.
The ride back took longer than I expected so everyone had left for dinner. Mary and Vince asked Gill and I if we wanted to go to dinner with them. Sure. I had been craving a steak for a few days now. We rode around and finally stopped at a place the locals recommended. They had "Hip of Beef" on the menu. I had to ask what cut this would be. The man at the table next to us told me it was very good. I ended up ordering a 16 oz. T-bone steak instead. I was hungry. I thanked him for the information and then discovered that he and his wife live about 3 miles from me in California! (Lesson: Always be nice to strangers, they might be your neighbors. Corollary: Always be nice to your neighbors, they might be strangers...)
I'm certain that if we had talked a bit we would have discovered friends in common.
Back at camp, gloating over the fact that our meal had been wonderful, I overheard Alan talking computers with a young guy. The guy lived in Yarmouth and worked for an IPS! OK, I *know* this is supposed to be a vacation, but I wanted to check my email at work. Glen offered to get me a telnet session later on! Cool. Alan wanted access to read his email, too. Alan had his mac out every night. We were ready to macnap it and hold it until the trip was over. It took an act of God to get him to turn the stupid thing off! (What fun to be on a bicycle trip with someone who just wants to pound on a keyboard all evening. That's what I'm trying to get away from!) Around 9 p.m. I found Glen and he took me to his work. There were several local guys playing interactive computer games. I logged in and happily discovered that there were few things that needed my attention. My first international connection!
I read email for a while and then walked back through a fairly deserted town to the school. The scent of sea air, the cry of the gulls, the foghorn sounding every so often drove home the fact that I was somewhere very far away from home. Somewhere that I was privileged to be visiting. I stood on the sidewalk for quite sometime, enjoying the ambiance and reflecting on my life. Here I was, in another country, with 220 people who shared a common interest. The night was pleasant. The houses were two story wood structures with personality - not the plainwrap developments that you see so often in L.A. I felt safe and secure and alive. I could have stood there for hours just experiencing the moment. Work was thousands of miles away and while we do some tremendous things at JPL, we also keep falling over our own mistakes. We *could* do so much better. I slowly walked back to my sleeping bag content and fell asleep listening to the gulls crying and the foghorn answering.
I offered to help Mary in the morning with the coffee sales as Vince had to leave early to drive the cargo van to our next destination. It was fun to have the time to talk to people. I was still waking up as I'd stayed up too late last night. By the time I was ready to go almost all the others had left. Pam, Alan and Ewan were just leaving so I tagged along. We had a 10 mile ride to find a place to eat. There was a nice tailwind! We moved right along. We decided to eat at a little cafe. The cook had just arrived so things were a bit slow. The cafe reminded me of the small places I used to frequent in England. I really wanted a bacon sandwich and a decent cup of tea!
Back on the bicycles, the tailwind was continued. We rode for another 10 miles until we reached the coast. The coast was flat, windblown and reminded me of Scotland. We reached the turnoff for the lighthouse and debated if we should see it or not. Finally we asked some other cyclists. They said it was nice, so we rode over the hill to the lighthouse. It was ugly! It was a boxy structure with an obnoxious horn. Hmm, not worth the ride but we were here and the coastline was nice.
The houses along the road were flying three flags: the Canadian flag, the Nova Scotian flag and a French flag with a gold star in the upper left corner. We finally found a local and asked her what the third flag was. It was the Acadian flag! She said the when her family was staying in their summer house (the one we were looking at), they flew the flag to let friends know they were there. Good idea. It was also Acadian week soon.
Back to the main road and the next stop was the Gourmet Coffee Shop! As we entered, Thom was leaving. He said he had eaten the last piece of blueberry pie. I thought he was kidding, but I found out he wasn't! Rats. They had apple pie - boring. I looked at the menu and found "rappie pie". The waitress told me it was an Acadian dish and it sounded good so I ordered it.
Chicken and potatoes baked like a pie. Tasty! I had decided not to order coffee since you didn't get refills, but Pam treated me to coffee. Thanks, Pam.
Back on the road, I was told that I couldn't stop at the teahouse. :( Time to ride again. We went on looking for the large wooden church that Vince had told us not to miss. We stopped at one wooden church, but it didn't seem to be exceptional. I took a picture just in case. Further on we stopped at another church. Larger, but still not exceptional. Another insurance picture. Finally, we saw the church on the horizon. It *was* large! We went in and looked around. Very nice.
We continued to the snack van. Vince was fighting the wind, which kept trying to steal the pb2j sandwiches. Vince was winning but it was a struggle. We helped Vince out by reducing the number of sandwiches available. :) It was getting late so we decided to push on. My leg was acting up again, so I was always happy to stop riding. We rode on with the tailwind and started a gradual turn to the NE. The route was a bit rolling except coming out of Weymouth, which had some short, steep hills.
About mile 57 in, we stopped at a gas station. I needed a break and a drink. My leg really hurt so I took the last of my ibuprofen. It was swollen and painful. Only 12 miles to go. It seems so far. Ewan decided he wanted to try "Orbit", a softdrink that has little colored balls of who-knows-what floating in it. It reminded me of a drink we had bought in Malaysia that had beans and black jello (or something) in it. It was colorful but after one sip he rejected it. I gave it a chance. The little floating things had the texture of caviar. The remainder of the drink was disposed of. :(>
After our stop I decided that if I was going to reach camp I had better just ride hard. It was a toss-up between getting there or not being able to go on. I didn't want to sag, but I was really in pain. I only stopped at a Post Office to try and buy some stamps. The other bicyclists had cleaned the place out of postcard stamps! The lady did tell me a good place to eat in town - The Red Raven Pub. I kept following the road markings until I saw a sign that said "start of restricted highway". What did that mean? Were bicycles allowed? Was I off the route? I saw another road marking so I was OK. Then I climbed up the hill into Digby. At the traffic light I saw Steve heading towards a van. "Hey, where is camp?" He gave me directions and mentioned that a storm was due tonight so we could camp in the arena. Yippee! Inside shelter. No tent! I rode to camp.
Now the problem was how to carry my gear from where it had been unloaded to the arena, which was across the street. I couldn't walk that far. I know, I'll carry it on my bicycle. (Sometimes I should learn to just ask for help.) I picked up my sleeping stuff and tried to balance it over my shoulder as I pedaled across the street. Worked fine until the load shifted and I almost crashed. That would have been clever - crashing in the parking lot moving at 5 mph. I dropped the stuff and went back for my clothes bag. OK, over the shoulder won't work, how about draped over the handlebars? This works pretty well, except there is a lot of weight on the front tire. Need to slow down, whoa, where are my brakes? Buried under the bag. Almost crashed again. Do you feel stupid yet? Safe on the other side of the road, I leave the stuff in a pile and head for the showers.
One drawback of getting into camp late is that there is rarely hot water. Today it was cold! I think one of life's great pleasures is hot water. The water was cold enough that you didn't want to get wet all at once. A leg, an arm, another leg, try to stay somewhat warm in the process. The cold water did feel good on my leg, at least. That was a fast shower. Brrrr. No long waits for a shower today.
I chose a nice place to sleep on the bleachers. Everyone else was lined up inside the arena. The bleachers were wide enough to set your sleeping bag out, you just needed to make sure that you didn't roll over during the night. (The landing would have been a bit hard.) I hobbled over to find the gang. They had headed off to the Red Raven Pub. It was too far to walk comfortably. I happened to arrive at the van as Steve was taking one to fill up with gas. He agreed to give me a lift partway to town. Every little bit helps. I guess he felt sorry for me because he gave me a ride all the way to the pub! It was a lot farther than I had realized. But at least I was there. The line of people waiting went out the door. I worked my way to the front to find the gang and I saw lots of bicyclists, but not the group I was looking for. Hmm. Tandem Steve suggested I look upstairs. No luck. Dr. Mike offered me a scallop when I went by his table. Digby is famous for scallops. It was tasty! Nope, they weren't there. I asked the waiting crowd "Have you seen a bunch of old men with a couple of good looking women?" That got a few laughs from the other bicyclists in the crowd. They told me the gang was across the street. (Funny, they actually knew who I was talking about.)
I arrived just as they had ordered, so we squeezed my order in. Pork chops. Why not. This was the Santa Fe gang - Jerry and Judy, Francis, By, Virginia Jerry, Lou, Gill, Gator and Jan. We were terrorizing yet another town. :) Actually, because of the small size of the Santa Fe trip and the fact that you travel through some remote areas for 3 weeks, the group was very close- knit. I will always have a softspot in my heart for my Santa Fe buddies! They can tell stories that will have you doubled-over with tears streaming down your face. They are GREAT people! (OK, so I am a little *biased*.)
We headed back to the camp for Steve's 8 p.m. meeting. We were going to give Gator and Jan their anniversary card that evening. (The meeting had been cancelled the night before since Steve was out marking today's route.) Back at camp, we had the usual turnout for out nightly meeting.
I liked the meetings for the same reason I liked meals where we all ate at the same place. It was a chance to interact with people and have some fun. The meetings never lasted very long, 7-10 minutes while Steve gave us the information we might need. Then he would ask if there were any questions - there always were, usually the same few questions every night: "Where will the snack van be?"; "What's the elevation gain?" and "What will the terrain be like?" And the answers were similar: "The snack van will be halfway at mile XX?"; "I don't know." and "Similar to today." We could never figure out why people kept asking the same questions each night only to get the same answer. (There is one definition of insanity - you keep asking the same question hoping to get a different answer. Maybe we were all slowly going insane.) After Steve finished I took a few minutes to tell the others about Jerry's hobby of buying tractor seats. He had found one today and had carried it on his bicycle for 40 miles! That lead into Gator and Jan's 40th. We gave them the card we had all signed.
Bonding time at the DQ. By loves Dairy Queen and on the Santa Fe trip he could sniff out any Dairy Queen within walking distance. Well, we happened to have our own personal DQ right on the corner! A large group of us went over and Smily went over to the drive-thru microphone to warn them that we were showing up - about 5 seconds before we arrived. It was quiet chaos as we ordered and found seats. We kept recruiting other cyclists to join us when they happened to walk by and look in. Alan had brought along his mac, but we finally succeeded in getting him to turn it off and talk to us for a while. A small victory for the group.
After Dairy Queen we went over the to tent area and listened to a guy playing the guitar. We asked Mimi if we could add something to the sign on the truck. We had a question that we pondered for awhile: Why do people set up their tents inside and put the rainfly on?? It certainly wasn't going to rain inside the arena. We never did discover the answer to that one.
Time to retire. Bicyclists go to bed early, as well as get up early.
I got to sleep in until 7:30! We were catching a ferry at noon so there wasn't any rush to get ready. It had rained during the night so I was very happy that we had been allowed to sleep inside. It was still overcast and cool. I got a cup of coffee and we all ended up on Lou's sleeping bag talking and drinking coffee. Finally, the gang decided to go have scallops for breakfast. We packed up and headed back out of town to a hole-in-the-wall fish place. The morning was a winter's morning to me, but it was nice and warm while riding your bicycle. I was all bundled up and enjoying the clouds. We stopped at the little cafe for fried scallops and fries at 9 a.m.! The scallops were tender and juicy. Perfect! Far better than what the folks had eaten the night before at twice the price.
Gill, Virginia Jerry, Jane, Lou and I decided to go find a place that sold coffee. I wanted to try and write in my journal and take it easy. We headed back into town to a small place that had a mess of bicycles in front of it. It turned out to be like a donut place, but there were tables and coffee. We joined some other cyclists for coffee. Gill liked the coffee mugs, so one disappeared. I tried to get a refill, but they only sold new cups. Huh? I asked for water instead. As I was standing by the door, Lou mentioned that one of the vans had pulled up. Well, well, it was Steve. I noticed that the door happened to lock from the inside *without* a key. :) I couldn't resist. He looked so helpless standing there trying to open the locked door. Only trouble was I wasn't quick enough and he figured out that the other door wasn't locked.
While Steve was placing his order, I asked if he had left the key in the van. He said he hadn't but as I walked outside to have a look, Lou commented "What else is he going to say?" Just as I was reaching inside the van to see if there was indeed a key in the ignition, the door of the restaurant burst open and Steve came charging out saying "I just placed my order." I had just found the key and he startled me. I tossed the key up in the air and Lou caught it. Steve stood there looking mildly amused. Lou gave the key back without even the slightest bit of negotiation! (I figured the key would at least be worth a lift back to camp or a beer or something.)
Back inside the restaurant, Jane commented that she had never seen Steve move so quickly. They thought his reaction was pretty funny. Good thing he has a good sense of humor.
Jerry and Judy had commented that the female moose on the shower door was rather ugly. We decided that she could use some dressing up. So Lou and I thought we should buy some crayons to decorate her. There was a store nearby so we went over looking for suitable colors. Wandering around the store wearing our bicycling helmets and gloves drew some stares. It was getting close to 11:30, time to start heading out for the ferry. We found a box of crayons (who would have thought they were necessary on a bicycle trip...) and bought some other small items.
The ride through Digby to the ferry was nice. The sun was shining and other riders were scattered around the town. I felt like the Pied Piper as we gathered more and more riders behind us heading towards the docks. Soon there was a stream of brightly colored cyclists lining the road to the ferry. This was a nice day so far.
The mass of cyclists waiting at the ferry was impressive. 220 riders is quite a large crowd. We got to board before the cars. We tried to get the ferry officers to confiscate Alan's computer as a joke and the guy almost agreed, but he wouldn't do it. Too bad. We all would have been happy, except Alan.
Once on the ferry, I found my midship spot and sat down. There was a tv showing movies. OK, I can sit here and watch this or sleep. This was a shorter ride - 2.5 hours or so. The water was beautiful, smooth and blue.
Paul had said that he thought he could help my leg get better using massage. I was willing to give it a shot as taking ibuprofen wasn't fixing it. After we sailed, Paul finally found me and then spent 45 minutes trying to reduce the swelling and massaging the tendons. It certainly *felt* better. It also helped the time pass.
After a while, I wandered back to the aft deck. Most of the riders were sitting there, enjoying the sun and the view. I looked for whales (didn't see any) and then went on the upper deck. From there you had a perfect view of the others on the aft deck. A perfect spot to have a waterballoon! One of the riders had her camelback with her. I asked if I could borrow it. Then I told the people down below "The upper deck challenges the lower deck to a water fight!" Hmm, no takers. :) Chickens.
Scott was down below near the walkway. I asked him to signal us if any cyclists were coming. We could spray them from up above before they realized what was happening. We missed the first person. Then someone got the great idea to drop some money down. Ewan happened to be the next cyclist to walk by. As he bent down to pick up the dime we had dropped, we sprayed him. When he figured out that he was getting wet - he reacted quickly. He was a good sport about it!
Time to land. Down to the bicycles. The exhaust fumes were making me queasy. Let's get outta here. There were so many people that it was hard to find anyone. Where's Gill? Up ahead or back in the mob? We rode en masse through the streets of St. John. There were a lot of spectators watching our mobile parade. You didn't need a map to get out of town, just follow the crowd. I stopped a couple of times to get pictures. I saw a yield sign above us but couldn't figure out why it was there until a car came around the corner from the right and hit the brakes. What an odd intersection to give traffic coming in from the right the right-of-way over traffic going straight. "Sorry driver, I'm a tourist." That could have been bad.
We passed the Moosehead brewery. You could smell it for quite sometime. Too far from camp to have a beer now. We rode along Route 1 for many miles. It had a nice wide paved shoulder. The views were great and the traffic was very polite - moving over to the left when passing us.
Our maps had indicated there were stores and restaurants along the route but it didn't look like we would pass any. There was some confusion about where we could eat tonight and the gang had said they wanted to eat at a restaurant about 5 miles from camp. They were now far ahead of me, but it should be easy find them. Just look for the bicycles out front. I recognized many people's bicycles by now.
I rode with Lou for quite some time. After 20 miles I was beginning to think we might have missed the restaurant. No stores. Hmm the map had indicated they should be along the route. I finally decided to get off at the next offramp. There was a small group of cyclists just beyond the offramp. I rode over and asked what mileage they had. The answers varied but we kind of agreed that this should be the turnoff for the restaurant. I waited for Lou to catch up and we got off Route 1. We crossed over the highway and suddenly there was nothing. No traffic. No houses. Where are we?? There was an intersection up ahead. One sign pointed to food 15 km away! I saw a truck and yelled at the cyclists to flag it down. The driver must have wondered what he had done that suddenly 25 cyclists were frantically waving and yelling at him. He told us that there was restaurant about half a mile down the road to the right. Thanks! We headed down there and found the gang sitting on the steps of a convenience store eating pizza. There was a restaurant just down the street. "What gives?" "The restaurant doesn't open until next week." "Oh." I guess it's pizza all around tonight. At this point we had quite a group there discussing where exactly the restaurant was supposed to be. Some of the group were pretty unhappy about the mixup with the maps. The locals were very nice and explained that Route 1 had opened last fall. Perhaps the maps were for the old route. But Steve should have known - he came out and marked the route after all. He would have said something at the meeting last night. I was puzzled why we weren't told that the stores were off the route. Some of the riders were really annoyed. Finally I suggested that we call Steve and ask where the restaurants were. Someone had a cellular phone and after they dialed the number they handed me the phone. Great! I was totally unprepared to talk to whomever answered. It was Steve.
"Hi, this is Susan. I'm here with about 200 lost cyclists and the restaurant here doesn't open until next week."
"Where are you?"
"At the ???store" (Mileage might have been more helpful.)
Steve told me that the restaurants were by the campsite. OK, so there were other options to eat at besides this place. But the pizza looked *REALLY* good. I was hungry.
I relayed the information to the others. Most people decided to eat where we were. More locals stopped to talk. The options at the camp sounded less appealing. Gill offered me a piece of pizza. It was perfect. Now I was REALLY HUNGRY. The North Carolina gang had a mess of pizza leftover. They offered some to a local they were talking to. Pride went out the window. "I'd like some." Big smile (was I drooling???) Here. You know how sometimes when you are really hungry and you are eating something that tastes really good you inhale it? Well, that leftover pizza didn't have a chance. I was one happy camper - munching pizza and drinking coke. Life doesn't get much better than this.
Of course, trying to ride a bicycle after you've stuffed yourself is another matter. I was full. Only 5 miles to camp. I was *really* full. Take it easy on the uphills. It was getting a bit dark by the time Gill and I rolled into camp. (I rolled, she rode. :) ) The vans were running shuttle to the local restaurants.
I found a nice place to setup my "top". It didn't look like it was going to rain so I just spread out my gear and my bed was ready. I did want a cup of coffee, so I asked Francis and Virginia Jerry where they were going. Confusion. Someone mentioned that they sold coffee at the little place in the camp. I hadn't seen it. Just up the hill. OK, I'll go over there.
They did sell coffee there. They also sold pie a la mode. Now, I certainly didn't *need* pie after all the pizza I had eaten, but they had blueberry pie. Yum. And there were only a few pieces left. Go for it, you are on vacation. The pie was good, the ice cream better and the coffee was a perfect compliment to it all. Well, I just consumed about 5000 calories in less than an hour. No wonder I was gaining weight on this trip.
The shower trailer was setup. The showers were warm, a pleasant
change from last night. It was well after 9 p.m. when I took my
shower - by far the latest this trip. There wasn't much else to
do but go to bed, since most folks seemed to have disappeared by
9 p.m.
Lighthouse Tour Part 2
