This is what a completed century looks like: Everything else are just details.
The dramatis personae of this story are: a 40 year old male: and a 39 year-old lady
The trip was approximately the following route.
The fact that it ended up being a Century was a bit of a self-trick on my part. I planned on the trip to Salem and maybe further. Of course when i got to Salem I felt great (only 15-20 miles) so I went off to Manchester-by-the-sea; and still felt great so off to Gloucester etc. Thus after 50 miles I was standing on the train platform in Rockport looking at the sign: and thinking – yes, time to head back.
Along the way I saw some lovely sea-sides, like the dock at Rockport where Gale posed for me and Independence Beach in Beverly: Also somewhere, I passed this lovely marsh:
It wasn’t all lovely however, the roads were not always pleasant, the hills steep, and the pilgrims unfriendly:
Salem, where I took my longest stop in either direction seemed to have only one bike rack in the center of town The sad monuments in Gloucester made me remember the loved one I left behind when I “[went] down to the sea [by bike]”
In the end it was a great trip. The day was lovely and I managed not to back down from the challenge. I set myself a goal of riding a century this year and have done it. It’s very good to know that I can set myself a goal and carry it out. I hope to take this knowledge and remind myself of it when I hit low points in my other goals/projects.
 (I say approximately since I took several wrong turns here and there (more like wrong straight-ons-when-should-have-turned-s) but that luckily found a slightly nicer track right when I got into Beverly by going on Lothrop Street which led me along the water.)