Epic walk III
As we entered Rye we decided to consult our trusty cartoon illustration map, and it informed us that we were approaching the midway point in our little journey. It was barely after 5pm when we figured we were making good time, and that we could afford to take a quick dip in the ocean. There wasnt really a beach per se, but there was enough shoreline and sand along the side of the road where we could quickly undress and hop in. I figured id be adventurous and funny, so I left my shoes and hat on while we froliced in the surf. After a few minutes in the freezing water, and a few small penis jokes, we retreated back to our backpacks. As you may notice when you get out of the ocean, sand and salt seem to stick to every crevice. And thats what it did. So we uncomfortably continued our trip down the shore until we ran across what looked like a small stream coming from a large pipe. To our left, we found a pipe large enough to walk in which was emptying some sort of liquid toward the ocean. It looked clean enough to us, and after a quick smell test and investigation of the pipe, we washed off in its glory. Since this trip, I have wondered what exactly was in that water, and where it came from. I guess it doesnt matter, and I guess we will never get an answer.
We soon got back on the road and the conversation continued. We strolled leisurely past more summer houses and small restaurants, just enjoying each others company. Tom mentioned something about his feet being sore, and I agreed. My entire lower half was actually starting to ache and I'm sure Toms was too, but we kept the complaining to a minimum and trekked along rte 1A. Something like and hour later, we turned a corner expecting to see the bright lights of downtown Portsmouth on the horizon. Instead, we stared down a huge rock formation along the right side of the road. The shoulder of the road disappeared, and there was nothing to see for a few miles but more walking and lots of rocks. Disappointed, we thought we should just keep walking. We climbed to the top of the 7-8 ft. wall and optimistically hopped along, dodging drift wood and garbage caught in the cracks. Maybe Portsmouth was right after this long stretch of highway...
It was around this time when I realized two things. First, I should have invested in better shoes. My feet quickly went from being uncomfortable, to starting to blister. The heel of my shoes held no fabric, and the hard plastic backings were slowly peeling the skin off of my ankles. Secondly, I felt a twinge of doubt that Portsmouth was right around the corner. We had been walking so long, we definitely should have been able to see our finishing line by now. Something just didnt seem right...
We soon got back on the road and the conversation continued. We strolled leisurely past more summer houses and small restaurants, just enjoying each others company. Tom mentioned something about his feet being sore, and I agreed. My entire lower half was actually starting to ache and I'm sure Toms was too, but we kept the complaining to a minimum and trekked along rte 1A. Something like and hour later, we turned a corner expecting to see the bright lights of downtown Portsmouth on the horizon. Instead, we stared down a huge rock formation along the right side of the road. The shoulder of the road disappeared, and there was nothing to see for a few miles but more walking and lots of rocks. Disappointed, we thought we should just keep walking. We climbed to the top of the 7-8 ft. wall and optimistically hopped along, dodging drift wood and garbage caught in the cracks. Maybe Portsmouth was right after this long stretch of highway...
It was around this time when I realized two things. First, I should have invested in better shoes. My feet quickly went from being uncomfortable, to starting to blister. The heel of my shoes held no fabric, and the hard plastic backings were slowly peeling the skin off of my ankles. Secondly, I felt a twinge of doubt that Portsmouth was right around the corner. We had been walking so long, we definitely should have been able to see our finishing line by now. Something just didnt seem right...