Thanks, Maine! We enjoyed the fried clams, the beaches, the Dunkin’ Donuts, and the pediatric surgeons. We’re saddling up to ride out this morning–see you when we’re about a mile higher than Scarborough Beach. I have to say, living at altitude makes running at sea level feel like I could run forever. (For the first few weeks, anyway, and then the lungs adjust to the luxurious concentration of oxygen you eastern fops and dandies enjoy.)
You know what I always say, friends: don’t fence me in. (Leastwise, you probably don’t want my horse dancing in your house like Trigger does here, right?) It’s back to the land of fat steaks and thin air for me.