Berwicks, Dirt, and Dead People, 74 Miles Indian Summer

I tried leaving by ten. I did! So I finally rolled out at 11. Which often means a mad dash home while the sun is saying its bedside prayers. What a freaking beautiful day it was Monday too. Sunny and warm, I was overdressed in two layers. The arm warmers and gloves came off and stashed away. The oak leaves seem to be just about the last ones in the trees and even they're losing their grip.
First I ran into Peter walking his adorable dog Bean. We talked about work, lack of it, lack of motivation, and making the most of our free time. Then I pedaled on in the rare instance of clockwise order. Eliot, South Berwick, and then out. Up almost to Berwick, then right at Blackberry Road. And that's where I ran into Brian. Geez, everybody's out on a beautiful day like that. I talked to Brian for a bit next to graveyard no. 16. He knows those roads out there better than I and suggested a general direction. So what do I do as soon as we part? Hang the next left going waay out further, totally away from his recommended route.
Ultimately I saw 35 graveyards on this ride. This is no exaggeration, I counted every last one and only once. I am certain I missed at least two on top of this confirmed number.
I also went by a rock quarry, and a plastic sign in front of somebody's house that read "Protect America's Freedom, Leave The United Nations!" Wow. To think we have to share this patch of dirt.
Speaking of dirt, the first bit I got to roll over was just 6 miles into this thing, on Bartlett Rd. Mile 55 or so found me once again on Cheney Woods road climbing and then descending the rocky dirt. And finally, mile 60 or so, I was on Josiah Norton, pedaling over the dirt again. Addicted to fixed gears and dirt roads. Sick in so many ways. Once again the sun was hanging low by the time I rolled up the driveway. At least I could still see the ground. I need to start leaving earlier.