So Maybe I'll be able to post regularly now

Yeah, not a very inspired title, but fitting considering the surroundings. At present I'm sitting in Coudersport PA, nestled in a tiny library eeking out an existance on a scant forty five minutes of allowed internet time. It's been a fun past few days, with Pennsylvania not being quite as bad in terms of biking as originally anticipated. Back when we were in CT everyone told us to watch out for Pennsylvania, but the eastern part of the state really isn't that bad.

Hills here are rolling and constant, but on the whole not nearly the bear that they were in New England, particularly New York. There's a road called Hunter's, which takes you up the aptly named Hunter's Mountain, that will always have a space in my heart of hearts. Quite possibly the most extreme vertical climb that I've ever seen before, and one that I hope I never see again. The rides the last two days, into Willsboro and Coudersport respectively, have been very nice. Today I flew through the first half of the ride with Shira, one of our trip leaders, with whom I took turns telling life stories with. The ride culminated in a 2424 elevation climb up what is aparantly a part of the Alleghany Mountain chain, a little hill called Denton. After that it was pretty much all downhill.

We're getting closer, though a man in the library reminded us that there is still a very long way to go. It's been interesting, traveling with relative quickness through the eastern states. It'll be strange when we're spending more than seven days in just one, when it used to take only two or three. Before long we'll be in Iowa, which I'm sure will be an interesting experience to say the least considering the spot of bad luck the state's had recently. For those even more cut off from the world outside than we are, Iowa's essentially underwater after a serries of floodings. Hopefully our stay won't be too much of a burden on our hosts as they try to get back on their feet.

I've found that, despite the fact that we're traveling across a whole continent, our world really has shrunk a lot. Bike and Build is essentially the only community that is constant throughout, so we operate much as a small town would. It's been fun spreading rumors about glass eyes and pregnancies and watching people actually believe them. News spreads fast on the grapevine when you're living in such close quarters. One of the positives of the experience is realizing how little you really need to be happy. At this point, any town that will feed, wash, house, and provide us internet, is heaven on earth. I'll definitely never talk badly about Centreville again.

Well, just heard thunder outside so probably best that we get going. Until then, peace out hombres.