Hurricane Irene had arrived overnight, and I awoke to some strong winds and a light drizzle. By the time I had my tent down and all packed up, it was blowing something fierce indeed. I rode my bicycle down to the waterfront to read in the sun along the water. When I let my bike turn perpendicular to the wind I was almost knocked over. I walked my bike the rest of the way.
A lazy day. Ate. Drank. Read... Though I did do my laundry.
Towards night time, I wandered over to the ferry terminal, picked up my ticket, joined the four other cyclists in the queue and rolled aboard the Blue Puttees.
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