The temperature dipped a bit overnight so the air was crisp and sleep was solid. But between the train whistle and the dueling church bells, sleeping in meant 7:30 a.m. Every morning, there’s a line to get into this two-person bath house by 8, so rising early actually works to my advantage. However, at 75 yards away from our tent, any 2 a.m. calls of nature must be addressed with a flash light and a prayer.
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