We spent the afternoon in Fredrick, Maryland, where Mike had to have his brakes replaced. Then we went to Hagerstown where we rented a room in a three story farmhouse.
A story is 13 wooden steps--I now know because I fell down the entire flight backwards that night. There was a step outside the bathroom door that I didn't expect and when I fell on the landing I just kept going, thump thump thump, all the way down to the wall.
I now have a knot on the top of my head and bruises everywhere--unpleasant souvenirs from a fall.
The owner, a massage therapist, had arnica for the bruises and nothing seems to be broken, so we are carrying on. Last night we arrived here in New Hope, Pennsylvania, a beautiful place on the water that divides Pennsylvania from New Jersey.
Mike wanted to go to a flea market in Lambertville, so we went over the bridge to New Jersey and moseyed for a bit, then had a good lunch in a Pennsylvania diner. I'm home for the rest of the day, aching all over.
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