Yeah, right. We’re suffering the same oppressive heat as the rest of the eastern part of the country. The humidity is so high that even the cat is damp. Here on Escape Velocity we have an occasional breeze, but there’s no denying, it’s hot.
Yesterday we accomplished another first. We launched the dinghy, lowered the bikes and laid them across the bow, then rowed to the dock about 75 feet away and lifted the bikes onto the dock. These are perfect conditions to practice bike deployment because the water is calm and the neighboring family offered their floating dock to us.
Once ashore we rode the few miles to Starbucks and sat in the delicious air conditioning for awhile. Then there was the obligatory visit to West Marine where we looked at potential options for replacing our ailing chartplotter, if it comes to that.
We find this area to be very bike- and pedestrian-unfriendly. Unlike other places we’ve biked recently, there are no pedestrian crosswalks or pedestrian push buttons, let alone bike lanes or even sidewalks. We resorted to riding through parking lots as much as possible to stay out of traffic. Even the road shoulder, where we can usually take refuge on a busy street, was narrower than the handlebars of our bikes. Not cool, North Carolina.
We would have loved to spend a little time in Morehead City (5 miles) and Beaufort (8 miles) but with the intense heat we decided not to ride that far, distances that would be nothing for us in normal weather. Instead we made our first foray into a Harris Teeter supermarket. Everyone we spoke with told us how wonderful they are, but we say meh. Nice, but no nicer than any other nice supermarket, and on some items, overpriced. We did a little shopping there, then moved on to the nearby Food Lion for the rest of our provisions. We bought too much, of course, and even after stuffing our panniers we still both had bags hanging off our handlebars. Luckily, the Food Lion is only a few blocks from our guest dinghy dock. We loaded up the dinghy with our purchases and took them back to the boat and ate lunch.
We haven’t spent much time in the dinghy so far, so we took this opportunity to explore the little creek we’re anchored in.
It all worked extremely well. We’ll make a few modifications that will reduce the number of times one of us has to climb in and out of the dinghy, but we can live with this for as long as our bikes last. Yes, they are rusting, but they’re still working and Jack keeps them liberally sprayed with all manner of whatever-it-is. Eventually I imagine we’ll get folding bikes, but we sure do love having the full size ones for now.
We always smile at how non-cyclists approximate distances. Sometimes we hear, “it’s not far, maybe 6 miles” and we’re looking at a huge hill. On the other end of the spectrum we hear, as we did yesterday, “oh, that’s too far. I don’t think you can get there” and it’s a mile and a half. If you spend your life in a car and never walk or bike, I guess it’s hard to know what’s far and what’s not when you’re traveling under human power.
I think we’ve made the adjustment to Life Without a Car.