Needless to say, I survived the night and left in good humor the next day. That day I rode about a third or so of the day on bike trails all the way in to just north of Harlem. I then crossed the George Washington bridge into New Jersey and rode to Newark to find a place to say. I was greeted on the bridge by the New York skyline, a place I had lived near a couple years earlier. The ride that day was quite normal, except that I lost one of my wonderful Reef sandals with the internal pockets. This put a damper on the day.
I then headed down to central New Jersey and ended up staying at a campground for two nights because I had such trouble finding a place to stay. I got the last site in the grounds and I couldn't find a motel room in the area. This proved to be a great endeavor as I had a group of four families for neighbors who were quite friendly. Joe and his wife, my closest neighbors even gave me breakfast and dinner on saturday. I hung out with the gang and shared stories around the campfire that night and it made the ridiculous cost of the campsite seem less bad.
Today I rode some beautiful roads, used mostly by bikers and cyclists, most of the way to Atlantic City. The back roads of New Jersey have been a pleasant experience and a good break from the stresses of the big city on the north. Tomorrow I get to ride a ferry over to Delaware and meet state number 40 in my tour.
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