It was pouring rain when we woke up this morning. We decided the best thing we could do was try to out-sleep it. By 7am the rain had stopped, and by 8am we were on the road again after having our respective coffee/tea at John's house.
We hit a few chain snafus, but thanks to our expert knowledge of chain fixing (thanks to Colin) we got back on the road fairly easily.
We biked on Pleasant "1,000 mountains" Hill Road, and made it to Brunswick quickly where we had a snack and took a brief snooze at the Little Dog Cafe. We met a cute boy who took this picture for us.
We made some new friends in the kids' section of the library there.
And then headed to Gelato Fiasco for a couple of tastes. One of us tested almost all of the flavors.
It was lucky that we re-fueled on gelato before leaving Brunswick, because we hit strip-mall hell on Route 24, and had to walk Harriet and all of our gear in scary places with no sidewalk OR breakdown lane. For long stretches of time. Eeek!
After the harrowing traffic we found the perfect spot to sit. It was as though they knew we were coming.
As we came into Bath, where we had originally planned to stop for the night, we stopped at a tourist information center where two men offered us a ride to Wiscasset. We graciously declined, so they crossed themselves and wished us luck.
So, up and over the long bridge we went.
Another town under our belts, not sure how many to go, but we're getting closer!
Going through Bath on Route 1 is not a whole lot of fun. We would not recommend it. It stinks, really. And there are tiny tiny breakdown lanes that make you want to pull out your hair. But thankfully just a little ways past the bridge there is a lovely gazebo that you can sit in to catch your breath.
There were some lovely views of inlets and estuaries on Route 1, but...
with newfound inspiration, we took a long detour off of the highway and found a place to sit and lunch in the shade. We even found a little bird bath to wash our faces in, complete with mosquito larvae. It was just what the doctor ordered.
The roads we took were beautiful and shaded, and in the afternoon we came upon a babbling brook, perfect for skinny dipping and synchronized dancing.
Harriet lost her chain for the fourth time...
And we did a little foraging.
And finally: Wiscasset! We got a bite or two at Red's Eats, which was delicious, and ultra-cheap. The people there were super friendly, but unfortunately they couldn't think of anywhere for us to pitch a tent nearby.
So, we crossed the bridge into Edgecomb where we bushwacked through the woods and found a place to stealthily camp for the night. We were almost eaten alive by wild mosquitoes, but we did indeed survive. Phew... What a day! We biked over 30 miles, and damn it felt GOOD!
We hit a few chain snafus, but thanks to our expert knowledge of chain fixing (thanks to Colin) we got back on the road fairly easily.
We biked on Pleasant "1,000 mountains" Hill Road, and made it to Brunswick quickly where we had a snack and took a brief snooze at the Little Dog Cafe. We met a cute boy who took this picture for us.
We made some new friends in the kids' section of the library there.
And then headed to Gelato Fiasco for a couple of tastes. One of us tested almost all of the flavors.
It was lucky that we re-fueled on gelato before leaving Brunswick, because we hit strip-mall hell on Route 24, and had to walk Harriet and all of our gear in scary places with no sidewalk OR breakdown lane. For long stretches of time. Eeek!
After the harrowing traffic we found the perfect spot to sit. It was as though they knew we were coming.
As we came into Bath, where we had originally planned to stop for the night, we stopped at a tourist information center where two men offered us a ride to Wiscasset. We graciously declined, so they crossed themselves and wished us luck.
So, up and over the long bridge we went.
Another town under our belts, not sure how many to go, but we're getting closer!
Going through Bath on Route 1 is not a whole lot of fun. We would not recommend it. It stinks, really. And there are tiny tiny breakdown lanes that make you want to pull out your hair. But thankfully just a little ways past the bridge there is a lovely gazebo that you can sit in to catch your breath.
There were some lovely views of inlets and estuaries on Route 1, but...
with newfound inspiration, we took a long detour off of the highway and found a place to sit and lunch in the shade. We even found a little bird bath to wash our faces in, complete with mosquito larvae. It was just what the doctor ordered.
The roads we took were beautiful and shaded, and in the afternoon we came upon a babbling brook, perfect for skinny dipping and synchronized dancing.
Harriet lost her chain for the fourth time...
And we did a little foraging.
And finally: Wiscasset! We got a bite or two at Red's Eats, which was delicious, and ultra-cheap. The people there were super friendly, but unfortunately they couldn't think of anywhere for us to pitch a tent nearby.
So, we crossed the bridge into Edgecomb where we bushwacked through the woods and found a place to stealthily camp for the night. We were almost eaten alive by wild mosquitoes, but we did indeed survive. Phew... What a day! We biked over 30 miles, and damn it felt GOOD!
I've been hitting 'refresh' all day, waiting for news. Too bad about the Brunswick-to-Bath part of the trip--sounds horrible! But at least there was a swim at the end of it, and more importantly some yummy food. Looks like you found some beauty chanterelles. I'm attempting to make chanterelle jam as we speak. If you find too many for Harriet to carry, feel free to bring them home with you!
ReplyDeleteWild mosquitoes as opposed to.......?
ReplyDeleteThe ordinary tame ones. The wild ones are way more vicious. Duh.
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