A Week in Review: Days 12-18

So it turns out it's really hard to update a blog when you have no service, and mountain ranges have terrible service...

Thus, we're putting up a general summary of what's happened since we made it up Mount Kancamagus.

The Rest of New Hampshire:

After an early morning descent, we had basically another climb of what was the worst incline of Mount K. It was pretty hot all day, and then we missed the Post Office's hours by less than 30 mins. So we took our rest day in Haverhill (Sunday was the next day) and picked up our food on Monday. In the meantime, we had a difficult run in with a group of French-Canadian mini-cooper fanatics (seriously).

But we got out of the White Mountains. And rode through a lot of rain in the following days, because the weather in the Northeast is crazy.

We Got to Vermont:

We knew it was going to still be a little rough, since right after the White Mountains we were running towards the Green Mountains. They were a lot easier, but the weather was poor and there was still a major summit to be made. Also, our chain was in need of replacing, so we took a stop at Green Mountain Cycles since they were the only shop en route beforehand. The guys there seemed to know their stuff, and we took a break at a cute bakery/bookstore in Rochester while we waited.

All seemed well as we rode out to the last major climb of our map. Unfortunately, about 7 miles out of town our new chain on our new gear started to double back on itself, leaving us stranded and unable to cycle on the side of a mountain. Thankfully, an extremely kind older gentleman who lived off the road saw us struggling, and let us use his phone to call the shop. We chatted with him for over an hour, waiting in his home for the shop to come pick us up ("we just put in an order for food so it might be a while before we can get you") and fix this new problem of ours.

Green Mountain Cycles didn't know what to do - so they threw a smaller gear on our bike and asked us to test it. It works alright, and since we had already lost over half our day to this problem, we just took it as a solution and tried to keep going. Our shifting is difficult across all gears (a result of some of their other tinkering), but we rebiked the 7 miles and decided to push over our summit anyways. It was a really long day, but we wanted over the hill and out of the mountains.

We Entered New York:

The next day we made it out to New York, which meant crossing Lake Champlain on a ferry. Fares included vehicles and passengers (bikes 2.00), but apparently a tandem bike totally threw their logic and we scrambled for coins mid-ferry and ended up paying the additional charges in pennies.

Upon entering New York, we switched to a new map, which didn't include an elevation profile (unlike the last one). We thought that was great news, until we turned a corner in Ticonderoga and were met with the gigantic wall of the Adirondack mountain range (first climb was 2+ miles of 16% grade incline - very difficult in the blazing sun). So we were riding blind in terms of what sort of hills to expect. Woops!

We ended up at an elevation where we saw all the mountain ranges from before. The Adirondacks basically kicked our butts.

BUT we made it out today, after an exhausting 70+ mile day. Other highlights included: an adorable faun crossing the street that thought we were its mother, and another juvenile male deer that stood right in front of us curious about what we were doing. And the mountains were really gorgeous.

Lowlights: Three incredibly hot and sweaty days without a shower!! Many, many bugs.

(Shot from the "Heart of the Adirondacks")

Lots of roadkill over this period of time - got our first few deer, as well as a large turtle, a rabbit, and a crow. Pretty gruesome. We've also noticed that chipmunks seem to get hit in groupings of 2 or so in close proximity :(

Day 12: Nobody Said Climbing a Mountain Would Be Easy

Today we ate a huge complimentary breakfast, taking as much as we could. Because today we climbed a mountain - an over 2,800 foot elevation ascent. But first, we had to run errands - the next  week or so we're going to be hitting a lot of wilderness, so we wanted to be prepared. And of course, those errands added on another 6 miles. Into headwind. And uphill. We sure know how to pick our detours.

By the time we reached Conway, which was at the lowest point before our climb, it was already noon. And the roads were packed with vacationing families and crazy loud motorcycles. We stopped for lunch and were a bit apprehensive about climbing Mount Kancamagus with all that traffic. But we pressed on, and luckily our backroad route granted us a solid 11 miles of relatively peaceful riding.

(White Mountain National Forest is gorgeous)

Right before we joined the main highway, we came to a really beautiful covered bridge. We had to walk the bike through it, since a sign told us to. We also stopped at a National Forest campground to fill up our waters, which was really fortunate for us to come across. About half the climb along the main highway was pretty smooth, and it was a continuously beautiful ride. We even got some hilarious thumbs ups and whoops from motorized passers by.

(The covered bridge!)

Then, it began to get rough. The sun was starting to drop and the grade started to increase. It became colder, rougher roads, and more difficult traffic to navigate. And still we pressed on. At one point, we ground our way up in the lowest gear possible past a scenic overlook, with a whole parking lot of people left staring as we slowly passed by. We took some breaks, but got right back on the bike - no walking this time. It took hours, but finally we made it to the top - two people, a bike, and a 40+ lb trailer bringing up the rear.

(Scenic view from the top)

(So tired)

(So freakin happy)

Exhausted and slap-happy, we took a bunch of pictures by the sign marking the pass. And then, the descent. It was probably a whole 12 miles or so back down and it was gettin late, so we decide to stop at the first National Forest camp site that was marked on our map (6 miles from the pass). And here we got a real treat - a full grown female moose crossed the highway right in front of us. We slid to a halt on the shoulder and startled her (she didn't see us until I gasped) and in our excitement we got only a snapshot of her butt.

(Moose caboose as she walks away from us!!)

And then, we had to raise the bear bag full of our food in the dark, since the sun had set. Ahh, camping.

Day 11: Hello New Hampshire!

Our campsite was pretty far off route at the bottom of a pretty steep sandy/gravely hill, so right away our sore legs were treated to some serious effort. If you're noticing a trend here, Maine is indeed very hilly. And today was probably the worst we encountered (in fact, when we explained to a woman sitting in a car the route we took at the end of the day, she said we had probably hit some of the biggest hills we could have while going west - so that felt a bit validating).

We also took a wrong turn once we got back to the route, so ended up biking an extra 6 miles on top of it all - thankfully we noticed before we had gone TOO far. It turned out to be a really sunny day today too, so we were awfully warm throughout the ride.

(Naples ballpark)

We stopped in Naples, ME for a snack break and were treated to watching a school bus driving test in the American Legion Hall parking lot. The bartender of the Hall also graciously filled up our water bottles, since we were down to just our two liter reserve bladder (affectionaly called Platty).

(Picturesque lunch break - but HOT)

Not much else to say about that first leg besides the fact that it was a challenging start - we found 3 roadkills (another porcupine, a squirrel, and a racoon). It certainly seems like when we hit roads with higher speed limits, there's more casualties.

(It's a pub that also sells gas!)

We stopped at a cute little gastropub in Bridgeton for directions and had lunch in a lakeside park. The map had us hitting roads like Highlands Road, Upper Ridge Road, and Hardscrabble Road...so we were preparing for the worst. However, there was an amazing free water park/stop thing at the top of the first major climb here, which was such a beautiful sight.

(Wait, is this for us??)

(Yes!! It is!!)

(So refreshing)

The road conditions were probably the worst we encountered, with the blacktop basically a fractured mess of holes and cracks on very steep descents. By the time we made it out of the worst inclines, we were exhausted. We had planned on reaching New Hampshire, but decided to stop right before the border and crash at a motel listed on our map. However, when we arrived, we were told that the motel was no more, and there was nowhere else to stay in town!! So, it was off to cross the state line anyways, another 5 miles or so West.

(Worth it)

Exhausted and famished, we made it!!

Day 10: We Are Always Climbing - Brunswick to Megquier Hill

Today was a pretty good day - we had another late start, but even then, we reached our destination before dark and had time to eat and set up camp. The ride out from Brunswick was immediately hilly, but we got to see a lot of the city last night, which was quite nice (we almost hit this crazy cat that really wanted us to pet it, too).

The scenery was gorgeous, we went through a lot of rolling, hilly farmland as well as mountainy residential spaces with lots of forested piney patches between homes. We had to walk parts of a few hills since we didn't want to burn out too early, and quite honestly that trailer is heaaaavy (especially when you forget to check your tire pressure before heading out!)

(Durham's offerings)

We hit a ton of really small towns (like Durham), and spent a good amount of time searching for water, since it was a pretty hot day and we were working really hard. Twice today did a little gas station filled our bottles with ice water - SO GOOD when you've been chugging warm water all day. We also spent a lot of time trying to find a spot to, you know, get rid of all that water we drank. Sometimes it's a struggle when all you're seeing are private residences and fenced off property.

There was probably a 4-5 mile stretch spent biking along a river, which was nice and flat (i took some video but need to figure out how to get it uploaded with no wifi). It was here that we saw a young bald eagle, right up at the water's edge. It's crazy how big they look with their wingspan fully outstretched!! It was quite a sight to behold.

(A large abandonded building we stopped by)

Today was a bird day for sure - two more roadkill sightings (a blue jay and a sparrow) - as well as a live hummingbird that zipped over to us to say hello while we were taking a short rest stop to stretch.

And lots of steep inclines today, too. We were robbed yet again of some really intense speed by a railroad crossing. We slowed to a stop only to watch a train pulling A SINGLE CAR across the road. What a bummer! I did take some video of us running a decline, so hopefully I can put that up soon, too. Overall, though, we did far more climbing than descending. We're making our way into the White Mountains (and boy do they look beautiful on the horizon - seriously it's like a Bob Ross painting), and should be making it to a major mountain pass in the next two days.

(Checking the map, again)

Hopefully we'll cross the state line tomorrow, too. Maine's roads are just awful and so hard to ride, it'll be nice to have some pavement that isn't half potholes and gravel!

(Crazy motorcycle skulls)

Days 8 & 9: If at First You Don't Succeed...Try Something Else

During the night we heard some pretty crazy sounds - some whooping and hollering of what was probably a group of waterfowl? - in addition to some pretty raucous neighbors (drunken sing-a-long). We woke up early to break camp, and started on our way out towards Damariscotta. We planned on picking up the supplies we needed to try  and extract our seat post (ammonia and some eye droppers), which we found at the local supermarket.

We tried dripping ammonia down the bike post to eat away the corrosion that was likely the cause of our issue, but it was incredibly slow going and we weren't seeing much in the way of results. We figured we would need to invert the bike, take out the crank at the bottom, and pour the ammonia in from there to soak the post inside. We took a break at a McDonalds and had some coffee and side salads, where we had a great chat with Walter, the old Head Chairman of Damariscotta. He was sympathetic to our issue and offered a lot of assistance, recommending the bike shop in Woolwich that we were hoping to hit.

(They love to see us smile, right?)

The post still stuck, we rode to our final stop at Edgecomb. We stopped at a post office to pick up a delivery of food though, and it was like Christmas morning when we opened the box. So much to eat!!

(At the post office)

This morning we headed off to Woolwich, where we stopped at Bath Cycle and Ski, the shop we were looking for. Unfortunately, we are still here. They weren't able to get the post out, and ended up cutting part of it off after they had attempted to remove it with a vice (we would have preferred that they asked us beforehand, but once it was cut there's no going back). We've got a makeshift solution with a smaller post inserted into the old stuck post, but now the rear handlebars won't go up (uncomfortable for Erin). 

(Attempting to remove the post)

Although we're bummed the post wouldn't come out, we do super appreciate how much time and effort Bath Cycles and Ski put into this whole issue. They were super considerate and really wanted to get us going. They also didn't gouge us on the price, even though they spent all day struggling with this mess. They were awesome for coming up with a solution and we really owe them.

We did learn that other shops had reasembled our bike incorrectly, which likely contributed to/caused our problem in the first place...Once we get it all put back together, we're heading to Brunswick. Should be an easy ride.

Day 7 & 8: Adventure back on!

We had a later start the first morning. There were thunderstorms throughout the night and rain into the early morning, which ended up getting the bottom of the tent pretty wet. The two of us stayed pretty dry, with just the foot of the sleeping bag getting a bit wet and our sleeping pads (which we thankfully hadn't inserted into the bag that night) keeping us off the wet from underneath.

Erin and I desperately wanted to get moving - having a kitchen and bathroom was nice, but...our bike needed to be fixed up, and we were running low on food. Plus, staying in one place was starting to drag on our morale. So we ate our last breakfast and packed up our things, heading off to Warren, ME.

We had finished designing our makeshift pedalblock and cage out of duct tape and a tuna can, so we were as prepared as we could be. As we shoved off, things were going smooth enough, and we kept a very slow, gentle pace along the highway.

(Using the bike cage as it's meant to be)

Before too long we had seen a road sign indicating we were entering Warren. We stopped to do a quick google search to locate the motel we hoped to stay at. It was just outside Warren but on route.

We saw some bald eagles soaring in the distance when we stopped for a snack, which was cool. Erin also spotted another roadkill observation (an old, broken turtle shell), which she recorded en route.

When we got to the motel, I probably couldn't have gone any further without overdoing it, so we were pretty worried when we saw the "No Vacancy" sign lit up in the window. We stopped in the office and were told that one room was being held on reserve, but the owner said she would call and check to see if the person was going to show up. A concerned couple of minutes passed, but luck was with us and we were asked back in so we could book  the room for the night.

(Yankee travelor duds)

The next morning was another late start, since we didn't plan on going too far again. We hit some major hills right off the bat, which was a bit of a drag...but we rallied at a convenience store and kept moving. On the way up a hill Erin spotted an eagle feather, which we picked up and took with us. I think it helped, since we started moving a lot faster. With many breaks to stretch and a few difficult highway crossings, we eventually made it to our campground.

(Moose log swing!)

(Waterside location!)

We feel pretty good moving again, so hopefully we'll keep trucking along and start to get some longer distances with each day!

Day 6: A Glimmer Of Hope

So, short update today. We screwed around with the bike and basically hung around trying to rest up my knee. We did a short test ride, but it was immediately evident that I was not ready to get back on the bike. We figure it's a minor sprain of some sort, since it's getting better gradually.

We reached out to a bike shop based in New Hampshire (High Intensity Bicycles) who work on/make custom bikes, asking advice on our seat post issue. Tommy, the owner, got back to us very quickly, offering a plethora of advice, following up with further info based on his research through different bike forums. Thanks to his help, we think we've got a viable solution to get our seatpost finally removed AND adjusted.

FINGERS CROSSED

Days 4 & 5: The Camden Rockport Saga

We had a bit of a late morning, since we weren't planning on making any real distance considering my knee condition and the need for our seat post to be worked on. There was a tasty continental breakfast at 7:30, which we enjoyed, and then we finished packing up and hopped on outta town (walked the bike up a hill and rode the decline down). Thankfully, the bike shop was very, very close, so little pedaling was required.

We found ourselves in the bike shop of Maine Sport, the only place in town. We had the head mechanic take a look at our predicament, and he wasn't optimistic from the start. After some hemming and hawing over what to do, he said he'd take it in and try loosening the post for us. He was able to crank it a tiny bit back to center with a giant wrench, and said he'd take it in for the day and try to take care of our issue.

Unfortunately, we were probably better off not going into the shop in the first place. Later in the afternoon I got a call back, and was told that he was able to move the seat post about 4 mm - actually, he raised the seat post that length. He later explained that the post would probably come out, but it would take hours of work, essentially conveying to me that he was no longer willing to continue spending time on the bike. He was of the opinion that since the front and back seat posts were of different diameters, someone must have hammered in a post that was a size too large, causing it to get stuck (we were able to adjust my seat post fine before taking the bike in to ANOTHER shop in Virginia that raised it while performing a tune up before we shipped off for Maine, so obviously that isn't the case...). When we arrived to pick up the bike, we were offered the option of buying a new saddle, which we had discussed earlier. But with the post now even higher, it didn't make a difference, so we said no thanks. But we were still charged a $60 bill plus some disparaging attitude about the quality of our bike, so that was overall a pretty disappointing and irritating experience. We only asked for the post to be lowered, but instead it was raised and he tinkered with our back wheel and shifters as well (work we didn't want done). 

(Pass the Pigs in the trailer)

In the meantime, we spent the day walking around Rockport, looking for a grocery store (they only have a little bistro, so we got some sandwiches but not much else.) Thankfully there was a host family from Warm Showers in town, and they put us up for the night in their little hitch trailer and we availed ourselves of their running water.

 

(Kluging a fix - duct tape can do anything, right?)

The next morning my knee still wasn't feeling great, so we rode a short distace back to Camden to try and find some sort of solution for the bike. We settled upon creating a makeshift pedal block out of a can of tuna - it's a clumsy fix, but it'll do for now. We're taking another rest day today, hanging out at a pretty empty rv park. It's got a full kitchen, a couch for me to rest my leg on, a pool, and even a tv (we got to catch the Orioles play the Red Sox). If all goes well, we'll be on the road again tomorrow, but we'll see how the knee feels in the morning...

(Full kitchen!)

(Chillin by the pool)

(Explaining current difficulties to Mom)

DAY 6 UPDATE:

Welp, the knee is certainly feeling better, this morning I'm able to walk and bend it with almost no pain at all and no anti-inflammatories. However, walking up steps and putting more pressure on it still hurts some, so we're going to stick it out here another day. Although we really want to keep moving, we also don't want to do something foolish and end up ruining the trip and/or the life of my knee.

Once we're out of Vermont, it should be much smoother sailing, at least until Washington. All maps except the last one  don't include an elevation profile, so those major hills that knocked me out won't be around, and I can build up some strength over the coming weeks.

(With the wide angle, the tent looks huge and my arms look weird)

Day 3: Trash, Speed, and More Hills - East Orland to Camden (Maine)

No photos of today, folks. Rain was forecasted as immenent come midday, so we packed up camp as quickly as possible. I accidentally stashed the camera away under all our junk, so we didn't have access to it.

It's just as well, since today was a cold and foggy day throughout, and we had 44 hilly miles to cover. And these hills were different from the sharp inclines of yesterday - it was more a rollercoaster of steep rises and falls that we'd be dealing with. Once exiting the campsite (and having a delicious re-hydrated breakfast), we were immediately greeted by an upward slope. It was a slow but easy ride, and we passed the time counting the many discarded liquour minis along the shoulder. In about half a mile, we counted around 14 (and 35 over the whole day).

Our descent was robbed by road work once again, but it was easy enough to get going afterwards. The first leg (about half our trip for the day) was pretty easy - nothing too challenging, some fun but tough inclines, and crossing two bridges. We also saw the same solar energy installation van pass us three separate times. Pretty sure they got a kick out of the fact that we kept catching up to them on their workday. We got a little turned around at Belfast (that dang road work!), but actually managed to reconnect with our route and avoid a major incline in the process! After a brief rest stop, we were off to Lincolnville Center across 11.5 miles of that hilly, rollercoaster terrain.

This was a serious undertaking - we were already pretty ripe before, and it only got worse (Erin described my aroma as an onion wearing bug spray). We were getting pretty good at using our momentum from the declines to hit the inclines running, so thankfully some of those crests we had to do little to no work to overcome. To give you an idea, our bike computer clocks our distance and speed, as well as our max for the day. Earlier we had a pretty serious downhill, and we checked during our Belfast break to find we had hit 29.5 mph (we were pretty stoked at that). But that was nothing compared to the high speed we got off on the Lincolnville stretch: 40 mph. We certainly don't plan or desire to reach that speed again, but it was pretty dang impressive to have a car that would normally pass us hang at our rear as we sped down the hill together.

All those hills ended up being my undoing, however. I've been riding with a seized seat post that we haven't been able to budge, which means I've been slightly over extending my left leg with every downward pedal. With 8 miles left to our goal of Camden, my left knee was in some pretty serious pain. We took a break to catch our breath and grab our rain jackets (the rain had finally caught us), and we debated attempting that last stretch. Foolishly, I thought I could make it, but about 2 more miles and it was just way too painful to stay on the bike. We got off and walked it up a hill, and talked over our options at the top. It was hard for me to even bend my knee to walk, so Erin decided she would bike us the rest of the way on her own. And like a true hero, she did. I steered and managed the gears with my left leg off the pedal and right leg on, while Erin powered through an incredible distance after already working her butt off the 30 something miles prior. We ended up having to walk up the last serious incline, with Erin hauling the bike and me hobbling up the rear. It was a serious act of dedication and determination on her part, and I'm very lucky to have such a woman in my life.

We're hoping to get that seatpost fixed/replaced tomorrow, and until then I've been nursing my knee with heat pads and a brace from the local Rite-Aid. We're both incredibly tired, with Erin rightfully fast asleep already.And even though today was super difficult, we had a great time.

We had two more roadkill sightings today - another porcupine and a chipmunk. No wildlife, unless you count some rude dogs that very much wished to chase us down.

Day 2: Hills, Wind, and Rain - Bar Harbor to East Orland

The day started out well enough - shoveling complimentary hotel breakfast into our faces as soon as the dining area opened at 6:30 AM to fill our bellies for what we expected to be a challenging first day. And boy were we correct in that regard. We had made it barely just past where the bike broke down yesterday and were greeted by a monstrously difficult hill. We had hoped that our gearshifters  were  all squared away after Pete, the mechanic at Bar Harbor Cycles, fixed up our bike. But sadly we still were having trouble shifting down to our lowest front gear (however, Pete did a lot of really good work on the bike yesterday and its riding incredibly well despite this continued difficulty - he has our thanks for squeezing us in as he did). So, we tried as hard as we could to get up that hill, but it was a no-go. It was just too steep at too high a gear. We ended up hopping off and walking the bike up the last quarter. Once we finally reached the top, Erin manually adjusted our chain so we could access those lowest gears - the de-railer was inline, so there wasn't any issue with the chain once it was in place, but we opted to not move away from the low front until we sorted the shifters out later.

(Me packing the bike up)

Things were much more doable once we got back on, but doable certainly does not mean easy. We had more solid climbs to make and a lot of traffic to contend with just on our way off the island. Then, of course, we had to ride through multiple sections of road work, which was worrying but actually went fairly well once we got past the drivers and were allowed through by the actual work crews themselves (thanks guys and gals!)

During all this there wasn't a ton of time to stop and take pictures. And we knew we were on a timeline, since rain was forecasted for the afternoon. We did see a fox run across the road with a little morsel in its mouth - very cool! We also got our first roadkill sighting (a porcupine, poor thing), but I won't upload that picture...it was pretty gruesome.

Traffic really died down the further away from Desert Island we got, aside from the crazy road riding we had to do in Ellsworth. Road riding in which we took a wrong turn and climbed a veeeerry steep hill only to realize that was the wrong way to go at the crest. We couldn't even turn around and enjoy the decline, though. It was a one-way street!! Ellsworth also had probably the steepest hill we tackled today, and we opted to walk some of it since it was really busy (also a work zone) with some impatient drivers.

(We saw cows! They were very interested in us as we struggled up the hill)

Our day generally consisted of hills, hills, and more hills. The wind was always against us, too, so our declines were slowed so much that we were still pedaling on our way down. One time, we even came to a halt on the downside of a slope. Both of us were very annoyed.

Towards the end we were pretty exhausted. And that's when it started to rain. Gentle at first, but then real, steady rain that was quite cold. Not so refreshing when it's under 50 degrees out. About an hour before our finish, we took a rest stop and were swarmed by some large and hungry mosquitos. There was a moment of map-checking (read: tired desperation) trying to locate where the heck this campsite was that we should have hit already (shoulda remembered to read the map updates we had since our version of the map is a couple miles off) but we ultimately rolled in, wet, starving, and exhausted. A fifty-something mile day, finished by 2:30 PM. I have Erin's word that this was a very difficult  day of riding, but the trailer stayed on and it was a really fun day nonetheless. And now we are in a beautiful campground that had a warm shower and (what luck!) a clothes dryer. We also got a beer, because we earned it.

(Bedragled but still smiling)

The real victim of today was Erin's legs. I don't know many times the pedal colided painfully with her ankle and shin, but she's got some serious brusies and scrapes. All that stopping and dragging of the bike through roadwork traffic really did a number on her. Check out the damage below:

Ow. 

Day 1: 10 miles that don't count, then 4 we must redo (whomp, whomp..)

Well, after spending a day in Bar Harbor to look around and check out Acadia National Park, we got up at around 5:00 to finish packing our bags and loading up the bike. We made our way into town proper, since we were staying about 10 miles outside of Bar Harbor. It was a hilly ride comin in, and the roads had loose gravel, large potholes, and little to no shoulder. So, a rough start that isn't even on the route.

But, we had to dip the rear tire in the Atlantic, as is tradition for cross-country cyclists. Of course, I didn't take a photo of that, so you'll have to take it on faith that we did so. After dipping the tire, we started on our journey. It was to be a very brief day, though. About 4 miles out, our trailer attachment failed (likely due to the bumpy jostling of the first 10 miles) and we found ourselves tossed to the side of the road. The damage was minimal to the bike and trailer, but severe to the actual attachment...so it was time to lug the bike and trailer back into town and find a bike shop :(

Now, we're waiting around Bar Harbor. Again. The silver lining is that a couple adjustments we were planning on making to the bike are getting taken care of at the shop, too, so we've spared ourselves that effort. We hope to get out of town today, but the nearest campsite is 50 miles out still, so we may be holed up here until tomorrow.

Until then, here are some pictures from yesterday:

Delicious local brews (one has whole Maine blueberries in it!)

A shot from the top of Cadillac Mountain, the highest point on the Eastern Seaboard. When your bike doesn't work, you go hiking!

 

Check out dat ocean.