More interesting people

We've found some interesting folks to talk to in the North, too.

A three-year-old chased her puppy into our campsite in Bangor and asked, "What's your name?"  I told her and she said "Well, what's his name?" I said Peter, and she said, "Oh! Like Peter Rabbit?"  I said, "No, like Peter Wolfe."  She stopped talking.

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I stopped at an intersection when I was riding a bike trail in New Jersey and another cyclist asked which way I was going.  When I pointed to the trail, he said, "You should go this way.  It's much nicer. It's a really great trail."  I said, "Too bad.  That path won't take me where I want to go."  He said, "That's the trouble today.  People don't take the time to try a new path.  Everyone's always in a hurry."

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Peter tells everyone about my trip. Not everyone seems appreciative, though.  A campground clerk in New Hampshire listened and then said, "I knew a gal who rode a bike from somewhere in California to New York.  Yeah, there was something wrong with her."

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I found a kiosk on the Greenway Trail when I got to Maine, and was looking for a map to the next section.  There was a woman there looking at the map with her son.  I pointed to the sign that said "Connecting Maine to Key West" and said, "I just rode here from Key West." She smiled and said, "Well, you sure picked a nice day for it!"