When we passed this sign within an hour of leaving Westfield, we joked that we had already taken a wrong turn.
Monica, who had been too excited and nervous to sleep well for the last couple days, was up before dawn, ready to start our bike ride. Ready, in fact, before I was. Auspicious or scary? I wasn't quite sure.
I feared that the first few days of our bike trip would be a running battle with New Jersey drivers on busy roads. Turned out that aside from several hundred yards of road around a highway interchange several miles from our starting point at Monica's house, the roads and the drivers were not only fine but beautiful. (The drivers, weren't beautiful but they were, for the most part, polite.)
