All too soon that bit of the trip was over though and we were saying goodbye to Ron and Sarah again, too sad, I know I’ve spent time with them twice this year but as with Dan a few days before it wasn’t enough. Here’s the four of us in the apartment that we stayed in, just before Paul and I headed off to catch another bus for the last bit of our trip when before we knew it we were “Leaving New York”. As my friend Phil said when I told him we were just living songs the whole time – thank goodness it wasn’t “Christmas Eve in the drunk tank”.
And so to a place that feels so far removed from the chaos that is NYC and to few days on Shelter Island, just about 100 miles along the coast. We were heading there to meet up with the lassie on the bike there who you may or may not be able to tell from the picture is Paul’s sister. Maz lives on Shelter Island and I’ve only met her once before rather briefly but Paul has been and stayed with her in the past. We had a bit of calm time. We rode bikes around the island (hecky thump that was kind of hard). For some reason I knew that I had to ride on the opposite side of the road but in knowing that my brain seemed to think that left and right would be the opposite way around too. Eek!