Because they are only 62 miles.
Pierre and David showed us the sights of Verviers as they led us from Belgium to Maastricht, Netherlands. There they would head to a train station and return home (although we found out they missed the train and ended up cycling home). We would complete a metric century following the instructions that David wrote out for us, using the beautiful and convenient bike paths of Netherlands and then northern Belgium later that afternoon. (Maastricht is the part of Netherlands that hangs down to the south-east and we were going North-west.)
Belgium was rolling terrain, the countryside green with corn and cow pastures. But the further north we rode the flatter it got, until it was just as flat as the Rhine route. We were also on a canal again which we are all getting bored with. We followed the Garmin instructions to a campground and, as expected, I was ready to smash it with a sledge hammer. After cycling 5 kilometers it got us to a campground that was only 2 1/2 kilometers away. (I guess that’s better than not ever finding it at all.) And it put us over a hundred kilometers for the day. And it took us past an ice cream stand that was irresistible. OK, I won’t smash it yet.
The campground was huge and deserted, with hundreds of camper-vehicles permanently settled, two pools, a pond, several playgrounds, tennis courts, and the list goes on. We were told that vacation season starts next week and it would be packed with families. We shared the bar with a half dozen locals and watched the Netherlands-Chile soccer game. The price for a campsite was right, only 18 euro for the three of us.