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After disembarking the Cape May-Lewes Ferry, I started my roundabout route into Maryland.
Once again, Rte 1 led me astray.
It looks so lovely on the map, like exactly the sort of road I want to ride down. I imagined riding with ocean water on either side.
Look at it, doesn’t it look like fun?
But it wasn’t.
What it was, was several hours of riding in the sun at a speed of roughly 20 mph, sweltering in my mesh jacket (because I wasn’t moving fast enough to create a breeze). College age kids wearing only bathing suits and often no shoes zipped by me on rented scooters. I felt like the scooter-rider equivalent of the old man with the hose grumbling about Those Damn Kids on My Lawn.
Yet, I had no hose. It would have been a much more satisfying experience if I’d had a hose.
I couldn’t see the water with the tourist traps and sand dunes in my way, but eventually I made it to Ocean City. Since I’d spent so much time traveling on Rte 50, I had wanted to hit the place where it starts on the East Coast. I’d been hoping to snap a shot much like this photo (but too much traffic prevented me from getting my own):
(image liberated from http://brianandisabel.com/2008/09/west-sacramento-to-san-bruno-calif/)
It took me another couple hours to reach my destination at my friend Darci’s abode in Maryland (due to yet another tragic mis-calculation of the potential scenic-ness of another road), but despite my lateness there was a tasty super and a cold beer waiting for me upon arrival. I spent a lovely evening with a new friend and an old friend, and slept a blissful night in the spare room.
