Fast miles, Phoenicia, and the deserted drugstore.

Ate a good, filling, and cheap breakfast in Lancaster. Two eggs, toast, potatoes, and coffee for $5. Went by the Harley Davidson factory. Saw many bald headed men with one pierced ear heading to work.

Today we rode fast to make up time lost due to rain. Four lane highways rather than back roads. I have been surprised by our slow pace. Originally I imagined us riding only four hours a day, covering 200 miles. Wrong.

After we set up camp at the state campground in the Catskills, we headed to Phoenicia, a little town with ice cream, pizza, grocery store, and Grateful Dead fans. The coolest thing in town was a shut-down drugstore with all the merchandise inside. Everything was faded from the sun and a layer of dust was on the counters. Prescriptions were filed, waiting to be picked up by customers.

There has to be a story here...