11 - Acadia National Park and St. Stephens Canada

Acadia National Park is huge. Riding around on the road that goes through the park took a couple of hours. I rode to the top of Cadillac Mountain and went down to the Sandy Beach (original name eh?)

 

 

On Sandy Beach I met a HS teacher from Ohio who was about to retire and went on summer-long trips each summer. He grew up in a little town in Ohio called Washington Courthouse, the same little town that my Grandpa drives 50 miles to for dinner each week. The small world episodes really make the trip exciting.

 

 

 

 

The view from the top of Cadillac Mountain is is really neat. Sometimes, taking pictures while riding yields junk photos worthy of only the recycle bin. Sometimes, they actually turn out.

After leaving Acadia, I rode inland to make my way North and cross the border. There was enough time to take back roads and roam around before going North. It was only 10:00, but I'd been riding around Acadia since before 5:00, so when I saw sighs for the Atlantic Brewing Company, I decided to stop in.

I had a few sips of beer and left to go find breakfast.

Fitting in Maine, I had a Lobster quiche at the Moose Crossing restaurant.

The food was great and the waitress kept my coffee full even though I tried my best to drink faster than she could refill.

Mmmmmmmm.... coffee.......

Northern Maine was full of gorgeous scenes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This sign reminded me of a Grateful Dead tune and of a parochial school I competed in sports with during in Middle School.

Ever wonder where to find the best seafood? Look no further than St. George Canada.

There's a little slice of heaven right there on my plate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After getting back across the border, I rode Rt. 1 along the coast for a few miles to a state park on Whiting Bay. Just before dark, I rode in with a load of wood and got a spot right on the water. It was almost as spectacular as was Lake Ontario at Sodus Point. Though the bugs were awful and the heat oppressing Oh well...

It was so hot, that in spite of the bugs, I had to leave my shirt off long enough for it to dry. Thankfully it's synthetic.

After sitting by the fire to avoid the bugs, I crawled into the tent for the last relaxing night on this trip. I set my alarm for 4:30 so I could wake up and ride to Bangor and pick up 95 for the two day ride home. I planned on allowing for 700 miles each day so that if I had to stop to avoid storms, I could still make in home in two days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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