It was very hard to leave our beautiful campsite, which is why we didn't start until 12:30pm (this is a trend at this point). We rode into Ellsworth, hell-bent on eating at a restaurant for the first time since we set out. The selection ended up being lobster, lobster rolls, lobster, lobster, and/or crab. So we begrudgingly went to a fake Mexican restaurant with sombreros that felt more than a little dirty. Turns out it was and we felt a bit under the weather during the digestion process.
As we continued on to Lamoine State Park, Route 1 turned into suburban wasteland/stripmall/no bike lanes hell. Luckily we turned off of it for the last time ever and rode on some darling little country roads through some memorable Maine scenery. We went through one town that looked as if it had gone untouched for 100 years. The church bell was tolling as we went by (maybe it tolls all the time, but we'd like to think it was greeting us).
We wearily set up our tent, smiling that we would not have to take it down the following morning since it would be our day off (!), ate our cold Indian dinner, and went to watch the sun set over the bay with little sailboats bobbing in the tide.
Mileage: 24.4
2 comments:
Oh, but Kathi, lobster is the BEAUTY of Maine, member? Haha.
I actually laughed aloud in my cube reading about how you guys disgustingly inhaled food in the Co-Op cafe. I've always wondered what the deal was with those underbathed people eating from the salad bars at Whole Foods...nice work.
One of my best friends from the trail lives near Ellsworth, I promise there are some really good places near there! And I can't believe you don't like lobster - so tasty. Thanks for the laughs, your humor is contagious!
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