9/4/17

Time to cross the border.  I slip out of the trees and ride the border road for the crossing.  Another empty crossing so I ride into Poland.  There are signs showing the forest is off limits so I am glad I camped on the Lithuanian side.  Little ride 20k and I come to a town with a bank and so I have the local currency.  I ride on to a monastery out on a finger into a large lake.  It is big but not that interesting.  In Suwalki I go for a hostel to try to dry off.

Love and kisses

Steve

9/3/17

A rest day.  As I am hidden deep in woods along the Lithuanian/Polish border I stay in the quiet place as the rain comes down. I write and I sleep.  It is a good day.

Love and kisses

Steve

9/2/17

They like there towers to watch with.

I back to Druskininkai on the nice paved forest path.  I resupply as I don’t have Polish currency.  I head for the border.  Rain is off and on through the day.  The carved wood statues are once again along my ride.  When I get there I decide to camp as I have not seen any homes for a couple of kilometers and the forest is thick and easy to get lost in. I take the nice border dirt road a little ways and then head into the dark forest.  Something big dug a big tunnel under some trees.  I avoid camping next to that.  Maybe some of the wolfs will come visiting.  

Love and kisses

Steve

9/1/17

Cloudy sky has me slow my start.  I ride to  Druskininkai through forest.  I stop at one church.  Rain starts at I reach town.  I pick up a new USB extension cable as the old one is failing.  Newest earbuds wiring is failing so I replace them also.  Hide from the rain in the library.  I head out in the evening to a sculpture park that is a collection of soviet images.  Strolling past the guard tower and barbed wire I decide I dome need to pay for the privilege to stand next to a giant Lenin statue.  Free camping is near by a lake

Love and kisses

Steve

8/31/17

Back on the road I find the road going to dirt.  When I hit pavement again it is nice.  Then the route ends up on a two track road.  Bike goes down once in a sand trap.  More dogs chasing me.  When I finally hit pavement again I stay on it even when the route turns on a graded dirt road.  At Merkine I camp just across the river at a free site.  With the headwind and sand my arm and knees are beat.  Sleep comes easy.

Love and kisses

Steve

Grain is being harvested and the fruit is nearly ripe.  Fall is coming soon

It is aimed at the neighbors house

Kayaker camped on the otherside