17 minutes of coasting

Priscilla had a very productive day today. She biked 61+ miles at up to 32.5 miles per hour, which took her 5 hours and 40 minutes. If you get bored, you can calculate her average speed, her mean speed or maybe her median speed. Right, her median speed. You need more information for her mean speed, or is it her mode? You might also like to know she 17 of her biking minutes she was just coasting. Yes, unbeknownst to most people, Priscilla does occasionally coast. I've even seen her do it before. But! 5 hours and 23 minute of actual pedaling is still very impressive, don't you think? It really is.

And! She also went shopping today and bought some canned goods, flavored oatmeal (with cranberries-- muy delicioso!), plain oatmeal, and pasta. Then, ever resourceful, she went to a nearby garbage can which she used as a table and transferred the contents of the canned goods into baggies (not so heavy as the cans) and transferred the oatmeal into multiple baggies, each topped off with a bit of the flavored oatmeal, for a snappy breakfast option that's easily transportable and tasty but not cloying. And (she'll have you know) she is eating PLENTY. She is very well and adequately and properly nourished. So don't worry about that. No siree Bob.

Now, you're probably thinking "Wow, it's true, Priscilla really has been quite productive today. I mean, just look at all those things she's done." Well, folks, that's not all. That's just the tip of the ol' iceberg, really. She also met at least two other crazy long distance bikers and politely listened to their advice. She got her picture taken with Paul (her host from last night, the quintessential very nice yet particular old bachelor), which you can see somewhere on this post. And she picked juicy sweet apples, bought her ticket for the Maine-Nova Scotia ferry (super important-- otherwise she might have ended up stranded in Maine until next Thursday). Plus, noticing that her clothes from yesterday's laundry were still a little damp (ahem, sopping), she rigged up a fully sustainable drying system we like to call "tie your clothes to your bike and pedal like a mad woman." Which you can see in the other picture...

She arrived in Portland Maine in the afternoon and eventually found a nice oceanside park in which to camp. Officially camping is frowned on in that park, maybe even glared at, but she spoke with a local girl who assured her that it was doable and she was unlikely to incur too many dirty looks now that summer is over. So she pitched her sleeping bag in some bushes where she's hidden from the path and the ocean, found a nearby water fountain to fill her water bottle and a nearby bathroom to brush her teeth, and spread her clothes (now only slightly damp) on the bushes and trees to finish drying. When I spoke with her last she was retrieving the clothes (to avoid getting them all dewy) and preparing for bed under the stars and the lovely full moon.

P.S. Does anyone know how to very simply move multiple pictures to where you want them instead of jammed all together? I'm not having much luck with that.