“You’re No Spring Chickens”

Crossing into Portland

Today’s ride north towards Bar Harbor was only 54 miles but the last 24 miles with rolling hills and a head wind made it more difficult than some 70 mile days.

Inland Maine looks a lot like Pennsylvania and much of the terrain is similar. Once in a while we near the coast and everything changes. There are rugged beaches and a stiff cold wind coming off of the ocean. Also there are massive draw bridges that we need to cross and usually there is a ship passing through as we are traversing the great expanses.

As Dick, Dave and I were taking a short break to consume some water a gentleman walking by asked us where we were biking to and aftee we gave him the details of our trip he looked at us and said, “Wow, you guys aren’t spring chickens.” It’s hard to admit but he’s right, we’re definitely not spring chickens.

We are staying in Wiscasset, Maine. It’s a cute little village that seems to survive on tourism. Again we are in a church and I’m sleeping behind the community room piano. It’s my private space and most importantly there’s an outlet to charge all of my electronics,

Cindy has arrived in Maine today but she’s still 120 miles from Wiscasset. Two more days of biking and I be with my lovely wife. I need to survive another 95 mile day tomorrow. The weather looks good and the wind from the south should make it a doable day.