Our day started out with a dip in the ocean and packing up by 12pm. Somehow we keep getting later and later starts even though our intention is the opposite! At the beginning of every day, before we've put in those miles that make us look half dead, when we're just donning our spandex and mounting our gear-ladden bicycles, we feel veeeeery spiffy and strong and just awesome. On this particular morning as we were experiencing that very sentiment, heading out to the tackle the road, we were PASSED by a couple on a tandem bike with all their gear AND pulling their two kids in a trailer behind them. We are weak, pathetic people. That much is clear.
The hills eased up a bit but the sun was intense and the skies a very bright blue. Bucksport was disappointing. We tried to find a restaurant as a treat but Dunkin' Donuts ended up being our best option. The egg and cheese sandwich was not as disgusting as Katharine expected (read: she inhaled it and licked her fingers). Laurel ate a bagel with some old avocado smeared on it. Oh vegans.
We've been passing some fascinating old cemeteries along the way and decided to stop by one today. They mostly from the Civil War era and turn of the century and are just sitting along Route 1, making them seem very out of place and almost even more forgotten as hundreds of cars zoom by. The grass is usually mowed but some of the headstones have fallen down.
We biked into the evening and were considering pressing on but we decided to stop at the campground we had planned on, Whispering Pines. We are so glad that we did! It was precious. This older couple owns it and as providence would have it, some people had just cancelled their reservation for the very best spot on the lake that never opens up all summer. It was gorgeous! Our tent was maybe 5 feet from the edge of the water and we could see the sunrise from our sleeping bags.
They also had some canoes that we could use for free. As a disclaimer, Katharine told Laurel before getting in that canoes notoriously bring out the worst in people and highlight their inability to work together. That's basically what happened, but we did enjoy the sunset. (Does anyone from Dartmouth remember the episode when we rented a cabin and sunk one of the college's canoes? Who was in the fated canoe? I was trying to remember.)
Mileage: 23.34
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