Day 107: (50 miles) It was a later night than usual so we slept in until 6:30 this morning. Nikki and Nate weren’t stirring yet so we quietly began getting ourselves around. As we were beginning to load up the bikes Nikki emerged and put out some coffee, cliff bars, and bananas for us. We sipped, chewed, and chatted until Nate had to head to work and Nikki had to start heading that way too. Not wanting the heat to get a head start on us we too hit the road. About 18 miles into our day we stopped in Brunswick to pick up a new taillight for Shayna. Hers had stopped operating properly for some reason. Maybe it got too wet in the rain? Whatever the reason, the consistent hills and twisty turny road of Maine made it a priority to have a light to improve her visibility. The next priority we satisfied in Brunswick was our hunger, with a couple of turkey and spinach sandwiches and a cup of chicken corn chowder from a local bistro. Pleasantly nourished, we bee lined for the Wiscasset Woods Lodge in Wiscasset. By the time we made it, we were both more than ready to be done with the incessant rolling hills that had dominated our day.



Day 108: (24 miles) The breakfast offered by the Wiscasset Woods Lodge was top notch. Not only were the employees super friendly, but the spread was impressive, and they were cooking to refill on the spot. Fresh fruit, panna cotta, oatmeal bars, eggs, sausage and biscuts, French toast and homefries were all available and scrumptious. It was by far one of the best breakfasts we’ve had on the road. It was raining this morning, waiting for it to settle, we didn’t leave until around 10:30 am. We had a short day today because of weather and needing to cut back on mileage as not to beat Mom and Dad to Bar Harbor. We stopped in Damariscotta for a sub and then continued our way to Waldoboro. We made reservations at Moody’s Motel which consists of about 16 cottages on a hill that also has a famous diner (they celebrated 90 years this year). We enjoyed our quaint room and a tasty meal at the diner. All in all, an easy day.



Day 109: (40 miles) The cabins had filled up in the night with guests, but all was quiet as we headed out down the big hill and back onto Route 1. It was quite rainy at the beginning of the day but it let up by the time we stopped in another quaint Maine town, Camden, about 20 miles in. We snagged our second breakfast at a café over looking the bay. We had spied the Salty Dog brewery on our way in, but it didn’t open until 11, so we poked around a few shops including a shop with magnificent wood carvings of ducks, deer, birds, you name it! All hand carved and painted. They were stunning. It was past 11 at this point so we headed over to the brewery for a drink. The manager asked about our trip and explained he had lived in LA for years before, also, returning to the east coast. After finishing up our tasty beers, we hit the road with 20 or so miles left to pedal.  We had contacted a cyclist only camp the night before. Alex, whose back yard we would be camping in suggested we stay on Rt.1 rather than take the assigned route, 52. He said 52 offered no shoulder and he had been hit by a vehicle before. We took his word and stuck with 1, but were apprehensive because for the first eight miles, it too had no shoulder and poor road conditions. Luckily after Lincolnville, it opened up and we had a strong five-foot shoulder. We made it to Belfast around 2:30 pm. Alex greeted us and showed us a flat spot to pitch our tent. It had been a hot day and we must have made that visibly obvious. He offered us some cold beers and we chatted in his dinning room.  We learned he had been doing offering his back yard to cyclists for five years after meeting a touring cyclist on the road looking for affordable camping. We learned he is a Vietnam vet, has a love of cars, and spends his time developing social programs in the community. After our beverages, he offered to tour us around town. We hopped into his new Ford Escape (after showering) and he took us all around town. To the docks, the park, the historic district, and downtown. Returning to his house, we ate and snacked on some wine and cheese and then turned in for the last time in our tent.


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