I made it to MAINE!
Yipppppeeee, yeah, woohoo, yes! Oh, but I still have another 180 miles to Bar Harbor, but it was so rewarding seeing the "Welcome to Maine" sign! So, to reward myself, I am only riding 40 miles today, I'm a little ahead of schedule and it will give me a chance to do my last load of laundry and update this blog. As of Sunday all my bike clothes will be going in the trash, yuck!
So here goes a little better updating, I have finally found a library where I can be online for longer than 30 minutes and I'm not in a rush to ride 90 miles. As I mentioned earlier I ran into Otis and Jenny in Michigan and was able to ride with them for 4 or 5 days thru Canada but what I didn't explain was some of the hilarity that ensued...we had to cross the border at Port Huron...not recommended for cyclists! Anyway, we had to get to the bridge, turns out that the only way to get to the bridge was to ride along 2 merging freeway...yikes! And then there were grates that ran along the shoulder and then a large piece of wood in the middle of the shoulder...how we didn't die is still a mystery and why we didn't walk it is even more of a mystery! But we survived and had many giggles over the situation. So from there we crossed Canada, which was relatively flat and followed primarily along Lake Erie. We ran into Julia and Marc, who I had initially met in Havre, MT and then there were the five of us lumbering down the roads of Canada. One day we were stopped in a small town about 30 miles from Niagara Falls and were trying to figure out what our plan was to get to the Falls. We were hanging outside of a grocery store and a nice woman, Judy, offered her 10 man tent at her "summer cottage" to us. It was right on the lake...how could we possibly pass that up? So we rode out there and it was one of the most amazing nights of the trip. This tent was huge, I felt like I was 12 years old again and at a slumber party. We dove into the lake and she fed us burgers and beers and we had great conversation. From there we went to Niagara Falls...wow is that exploited. We checked out the falls and then found the closest bar to have a beer!:-) The next morning we had to say good-bye to Otis and Jenny...I knew that I would never see those 2 on the road again...it was kinda sad. But I'm pretty sure I'll be seeing Otis on the ice next year!
Marc, Julia and I took off towards NY and to get there you had to cross over yet another freeway bridge. But in this case they actually stop all the traffic for you to cross...crazy. And with my fear of heights and bridges I just wanted to get off and walk but you can't because all the traffic is waiting for you to get across...ugggghhhh! Anyway, from there we headed towards a path that followed the Erie Canal for 70 miles, all the way to Rochester. It was awesome, but dusty and boy did my bike pay for it. Marc, meanwhile, cracked his hub on his back tire so we spent some time in a town just south of Rochester getting that fixed. We continued on thru NY with little drama, until I decided that it was time for my meltdown. I was done, finished, didn't want to ride any more 90+ mile days. I rode into a small town where Marc and Julia were waiting for me...bless there hearts. I told them that I was done for that day that I would take a cab if I fell short of Burlington, anything, I was just done for that day. I had ridden 66 miles already that day so it wasn't like I was asking for the world...I just didn't want to ride the next 23 miles! So, I was going to stay at the B&B in town. We rode up to it...NO VACANCY...all cyclist's worse nightmare. I looked at Marc and Julia and said "do you think they really mean it?" Well, they did and so it was another 23 miles for me. And I swear it was the hardest 23 miles of the trip...it was straight up and straight down. Then it started to rain and then I got chased by some dogs! But I made it and we "camped" at some people's backyard who's son had done the trip a few years back and now offer their house to cyclists...how cool is that. It was great after that little melt down. The next day was the first day of the Adirondacks and it was greeted with rain, rain, rain...it was fantastic...what a relief! We went thru Old Forge which is a crazy little tourist town and then ended up at Racquette Lake...we stayed in an old hotel above a bar...it was very amusing. The next day we took off towards Ticonderoga, NY...it was all thru the Adirondacks and was beautiful...one of my most favorite parts of the trip. The next days was my ride to Burlington...it was sketchy riding there, but it was nice when I got there and I could take a week off and go on my cruise.
After the cruise I rode thru Vermont and into New Hampshire...WOW, NH is awesome. It was so beautiful. Yesterday I rode over Kancamagus Pass, which is the last one of the trip! It was spectacular. I can see why folks would want to live in NH! Last night I stayed in a hostel...it was quite a lovely place, the woman that I shared with was nuts...I mean really crazy...but that aside I really liked the place! So today I'm in Maine, in Norway, ME to be exact. And, for the first time on this trip I had to walk up a hill...ME wins for the steepest hill...it was crazy.
That should catch you all up...probably the next update will be from Bar Harbor, Boston or Denver. I will write at least once more to sum up the entire trip and what all my favorite spots were, the biggest surprises, and what I would do different. Bar Harbor or bust...I just hope that my back rim holds up...turns out that it's a little cracked....arrrgggghhhh!