The landscapes aren’t the only thing around here that’s beautiful. More than anything, it’s the people. Everyone — especially total strangers — have been so extraordinarily kind and welcoming that frankly I’m starting to realize why Jersey has such a bad rap as a state full of impatient jerks. On our first night in a homestay, our host came out to bike the last ten miles of our route with us. His wife was waiting for us with a scrumptious baked Brie and a huge dinner, and for hours they helped fix our bikes and do battle with a load of the most disgusting laundry I’ve ever seen. And for that matter, smelled. In the morning there were fresh pancakes, eggs, and coffee to fuel us up, and they came out to watch us leave.