I awoke at 11:15pm.\u00a0 “Neil! There’s a raccoon on the picnic table!” He was after our tightly-wrapped bag of garbage, which usually doesn’t attract critters in most campgrounds.\u00a0 Ok, pain-in-the-ass raccoon made me get up, hop on the bike, and take the trash to the dumpster.\u00a0 But when I got back, he wasn’t done.\u00a0 “Neil!\u00a0 He’s at your bike!\u00a0 He’s humping your pannier!”\u00a0 Then, wham!\u00a0 Down goes the bike.\u00a0 And the raccoon, not scared in the least, just took that as an opportunity to get a better angle.\u00a0 Ok, get up again, shoo off the raccoon, which takes some doing as he isn’t even particularly scared of bricks thrown at him, and take all the food out of my panniers, put it in a bag and hang it from the hooks-on-poles provided for such a purpose.\u00a0 That ought to do it.\u00a0 For most raccoons.\u00a0 But not this guy.\u00a0 He STILL went back to attack my panniers!\u00a0 So I got up for a third time, and hung all my panniers from the hook, while Dennis did the same with his bag.\u00a0 Finally, I think the raccoon gave up.\u00a0 That was the hardest-working fatass raccoon I’ve ever seen.<\/p>\n
Today’s ride was about putting in the miles.\u00a0 Last evening after dinner I recalled that a gentleman we had talked with earlier in the day had casually mentioned “…and if you’d applied for a permit a week in advance, you could ride through Camp Lejeune, and take 5 miles off your trip!”\u00a0 Hmm, I think our route already assumed we were riding through Camp Lejeune (and why not, since, though I learned the road was closed to civilian traffic in 2007, mapping services will happily route you that way).\u00a0 Since we certainly didn’t have any permits, this news actually added 5 miles to our trip (well, 6.\u00a0 Drivers always underestimate!)<\/p>\n
On the road that bypasses the Marine base, I saw a higher density of barber shops than I’ve seen anywhere in my life.\u00a0 I assumed (from the movies) that haircuts were a free service provided on base, but maybe the 3rd-party guys add a flair to military cuts that the Marine barber just doesn’t have in him.\u00a0 Beyond that, the only real clues that we were near a military base were a couple of genuine Humvees that passed us, and a cool twin-prop plane flying overhead.<\/p>\n
Later in the day, we delivered a glancing blow to the BAC (Big-Ass City) of Wilmington, NC.\u00a0 It’s probably the first BAC we’d been in since New York.\u00a0 Its BAC qualification indicators include an Ethan Allen store, crazy traffic at 2pm, an Indian restaurant, and perhaps the largest bike shop I’ve ever seen.\u00a0 We stocked up on several items at the last, including a water bottle cage for me, to replace one that now needs two tie-wraps to hold it together.<\/p>\n
Due to our neverending streak of weather luck, the north wind and drier air helped us cover the 88 (again!) miles in near-record time, and we made it into Carolina Beach State Park with the sun still a few hours from meeting the horizon.\u00a0 Yesterday at the coffee shop while I was flipping through a National Geographic, I coincidentally noticed in an article about carnivorous plants that Venus Flytraps grow naturally in exactly one part of the world: the region within 90 miles of Wilmington, NC.\u00a0 Huh, who knew?\u00a0 So today, we took a short hike on the park’s Flytrap Trail, but unfortunately didn’t spot any.\u00a0 Oh well, like I said on my ride through Yellowstone, I don’t actually need to *see* a Grizzly; the knowledge that he is out there, and we are sharing the same environment, is enough of a thrill.\u00a0 And so it is also with the mighty Venus Flytrap. Ok, maybe it’s not quite the same.\u00a0 But still, it’s a plant, that eats animals! Madness!! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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