Today as I rode south it felt more like going home, and less like a continuation of my adventure. There must be some internal instinct that knows that my direction is putting me closer to home each day now, even though that was true the day I left Harrison's house. I couldn't stop thinking about the friends I reconnected with, the best places to ride and camp. My mind is already putting a period on the journey before it is done.
Today I went from Maine to New Jersey through Boston and Rhode Island. Above is the USS Constitution. I got there before 7 so taking a quick picture was pretty easy.
I even stopped in Providence just to prove I had been there. I then tackled the big city and made it out in one piece. I have still not paid a toll but I plan on paying one tomorrow to cross the Chesapeake bay bridge and tunnel. That one seems worth the $12.
If you were not aware, there are 2 states that you cannot pump your own gas. Oregon and New Jersey. I believe I have enough gas to get me to Philly. We will see. In Oregon they let me pump my own because of the motorcycle, not sure how New Jersey is.