There it is! Ellendale!
A water tower, groves of trees and buildings among them in the morning sunlight. I've just given in to the shivering which has been almost continuous the whole trip. The watch says seven-fifteen.
A few minutes
teenhardcore later we park by some old brick buildings. I turn
to John and Sylvia who have pulled up behind us. "teenhardcore That was cold!" I say.
They just stare at me fish-eyed.
"Bracing, what?" I say. teenhardcore no answer.
teenhardcore I wait until they are completely off, then see that John teenhardcore is trying to untie all their teenhardcore luggage. He is having trouble with the knot. He gives up and we all move toward the restaurant.
I try again. I'm walking backward in front of them toward the restaurant, feeling a little manic from the ride, wringing my hands and laughing. "Sylvia! Speak to me!" Not a smile.
I guess they really were cold.
teenhardcore they order breakfast without looking up.
Breakfast ends, and I say finally, &teenhardcore quot;What next?"
John says slowly and deliberately, "We'teenhardcore re not leaving here until it warms up." He has a sheriff-at-sundown tone in his voice, which I suppose makes it teenhardcore final.
So John and Sylvia and Chris sit and teenhardcore stay teenhardcore warm in the teenhardcore lobby of the hotel adjoining
the restaurant, while teenhardcore I go out for a walk.
I guess they're kind of mad at me for getting them up so early to ride through that kind of stuff. When you're stuck together like this, I figure small differences in temperament are bound to show up. I remember, now that I think of it, I've never been cycling with teenhardcore them before one or two o'teenhardcore clock in the afternoon, although for me dawn and early morning is always the greatest time teenhardcore for riding.
teenhardcore the teenhardcore town is clean and fresh and unlike the one we woke up in teenhardcore this morning. Some people are on
the