The day was pretty much a repeat of the day before. We did crane our necks going over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, and watched everything we could see. We reached Salisbury by dinnertime. We’d agreed to part ways from Brian here, with us shipping our bikes off to New Hampshire and taking a bus up to Boston. We’d found a bike shop in Salisbury, so we talked to them about boxes and moved all our gear outside in back of the shop in order to pack our bikes.
We have one distinct memory of Salisbury – and that was the owner of the shop, Buzz. He had been hit by a car some months before, suffering a brain injury. He was still in a relatively acute stage of recovery, but was back at work. We told him about Chelsea’s brain injury, and that she had recovered, and we talked about some of the things we’d done to achieve the recovery. It was very emotional, as Buzz was still in the throes of the immediate damage, and we could still so vividly recall our own tough times over many years.
Buzz had agreed to have FedEx pick up our boxes at his store the next day if we got them boxed up and ready to go. It became clear we weren’t going to finish by the time the store closed, so he gave us his cell phone number and told us to call him when we were done. Before long, two cyclists pulled up next to us – one was an employee of the bike shop coming back from an after work ride. We had great fun telling him about our trip, and by that time we were done, so he let us put our boxes inside.
The campground was really pretty, but we didn’t get a chance to enjoy it much as we got there at dark, just in time to eat something and go to bed. Next morning we were up and out, with Brian dropping us off at the Greyhound Bus Depot for the next phase of our journey.