News from another time (zone)

Priscilla woke up this morning from a peaceful night and sweet dreams, rested and raring to go. She cooked some oatmeal and brewed some tea in her tent, then went to say goodbye to Eddie and his sister, Lisa. They sent her on her merry way with cucumbers fresh from their garden (seriously, how lovely are these people?), and that was that.

On through Nova Scotia she rode, feeling almost as if she were in another time. Village after charming village, churchyard cemeteries, more villages, more cemeteries, apple trees growing along side the road, etc. She stopped to pick apples at one tree that was a little taller up close than it had looked from the road. She stretched, she reached, she hopped up and down, she lunged, she reached some more (much to the amusement of people driving by) ... and at long last grasped a branch. She pulled it down, plucked an apple off it, and was nearly pulled (by the branch) into the ditch. Close call. Later she found a friendly low-branched apple tree and stocked up (tasty apples, albeit occasionally wormy... the better to add some cheap protein, my dear!), and she also discovered that she has entered another time, or at least another time zone. Turns out she's two hours ahead of Chicago-- sneaky old Atlantic time or Greenland time or something.

Her knee has felt fine all day (yay!) and she's been zipping along at a quick clip-- up to 40.2 miles per hour, even! So fast that she reached today's goal, Bridgetown, right after lunch, and ended up biking a bit further to get a head start on tomorrow's ride. And now she's camped out in some other nice Nova Scotian's yard, probably sound asleep and dreaming about the open road.

She still forgets to stretch after riding-- I was supposed to ask y'all to pray about that yesterday too (in my defense, I did remember about her knee). So you can pray about it today, and thanks for praying for her knee!