Category: Maine

We were surprised by rain in the morning, so that put a pin in any idea of riding over to the train station, and we just walked the bikes the mile from our hotel. We got there in plenty of time, and while Brunswick isn’t big enough to have a big fancy station hall, there…

Our nomadic life has always been filled with a lot more non-riding days than the average “bike tourer”. Over the 377 days of our nomadacy thus far, we’ve moved forward on our bicycles on only 164 of them, less than 44%. But now we are looking at our longest planned time off the bike by…

I ran into town to pick up some breakfast at the local coffee shop and brought it back to our room. On our way out we were lucky to run into Kristi (who had been out the night before) and chat about their wonderful yard, and life in Camden. In 2016 I remembered reading that…

The morning was cold (in the 30s) and windy, so sleeping in the camper vs. our tent was a much-appreciated luxury. Our day then kicked off with an even more unusual-but-awesome flow: we loaded our bikes and gear onto Brad’s pickup truck and he drove us to Belfast, the next town south along the Maine…

It’s finally time to end our stay on Mount Desert Island. The morning was chilly (45 degrees), but still dry. After a couple weeks on Nova Scotia with only one or two “good weather” days, this clear and sunny four-night end-of-September camping trip to visit Acadia was an unexpected gift. When we gave the National…