Our last camping spot was not a great one. By the time we finished dinner, light was starting to fade, and we'd missed the turnoff for quieter Rte 233 that our bike maps showed us taking. Instead, we were on busy Rte 3, with suburban sprawl and no good places to camp. We found a pulloff with a small opening, far enough from the highway so we couldn't be seen, but not out of earshot of traffic. We barely had time to set up camp as we lost the last of the daylight. In the morning, we had a number of slugs crawling on our tent.
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