Living It

Suckling pig dinner at DBGB. Enough to feed 12.

From LIC.

I could get used to this.

To get away from the heat, I took a Ducati Monster into Pennsylvania and up to the Delaware River. Not only was it a lot cooler and not humid, I was unexpectedly rained on.

Talking about unexpected, the town of Point Jervis failed to notify me that they were shutting down their roads for a parade, and detouring around took a lot of time, which meant I didn’t get as far up the river as I hoped.