Yes those numbers are correct. A very brave attempt was made to continue the journey to Maine but the weather and broken spokes kept us with grasp of Tunbridge. 7 miles into our very wet ride, one of Eddie's spokes went "ping!" and we found ourselves soaked, chilled and repairing the wheel in the pouring rain. During the next 4 miles, the rain and wind picked up to the point where I could no longer see or feel my fingers or toes anymore. We steered into the Vershire post office and called our rescuers - the Barreda's. Marc was not answering his work line so I asked his mom for another favor. She arrived and we went to get Victor's truck at the Mountain School to rescue our sad bikes at the post office. We headed back to Tunbridge for a hot shower and tea. Eddie and I settled in for a movie / 2 hour nap. We shared yet another amazing meal with this welcoming family. The rain continued through the rest of the day.

My first broken spoke! It happened to be as it should during a frigid summer rain storm. I unloaded the bags and proceeded to try and repair the spoke while giving Meg hypothermia. Finally after a cold hour, we stubbornly continued with our feet soaking wet. (We did discover back in Wyoming that Seal Skinz (the water proof sock) are not as good as wet wool socks) It was the longest 11 miles of the whole trip.