Today was a perfect Maine fall day. Crisp temperatures and blue skies greeted us this morning. Everything was much the same as yesterday – lots of hills and curves, fall colors, and many church buildings with tall steeples.
There were marshy areas without a lot of trees.
In Bath, Maine we saw a busy harbor.
As we crossed a new bridge over the Kennebec River the old bridge looked very interesting. It was a lift bridge with railroad tracks on the bottom and a road on top. It appeared as if the railroad track was still being used.
We noticed on striped roads that some of the curves (not all of them) had dashes on the outside of the curve.
From the Maine DOT on Twitter: Noticed these dashed white lines on any corners near you? Maine DOT is adding them on curves of a certain radius to try get distracted drivers focused back on the road. Now you know.
There were still many lobster pots.
As we made our way up the coast we saw several more harbors. Here is the Thomaston Harbor.
Sailboats in the Rockland Harbor.
The Rockport Marine Park from two different vantage points.
Tonight we are staying in Camden, Maine. It is on the Megunticook River which forms the Camden Harbor. This is very much a tourist town. Our hotel had a bridge over the river to get into town. A view from the bridge.
The hotel had a guest guitar which Chad played in the garden before dinner. He is out busking on the bridge now.
After dinner our hotel had a fire bowl and S’more’s.
We are living large!
- Brunswick to Camden, Maine
- Distance: 94.5 miles (152 km)
- Climbing: 5733 feet (1747 m)
- Temperature: 45 – 59°F (7 – 15°C)
Dad and Bicycles
Dad finished his 3,200 mile cross country ride in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. Our brother Willie was living in Schenectady, New York at the time so he came down to Rehoboth Beach. We were in Pittsburgh and took Mom over. It was drizzling when they rolled into town. Dad and some of his grandkids posed for a photo on the beach.
Just a couple of years ago our brother Willie finally figured out what Dad’s license plate was all about. Dad had a personalized license plate number for 20+ years and didn’t tell anyone what it meant.
It was the number of miles that he had ridden on his cross country adventure. Mom also had a personalized plate for years but it was not a mystery.
Wandering Wheels gave the riders a small medal sometime after the conclusion of the ride. Twenty-five years later the medal has been going along on our adventure attached to the side of my handlebar bag.
Who will carry it next?