An Excellent Adventure

We must begin with an apology to you, our faithful readers, for leaving you hanging for so long while we enjoyed the beauty and the wonders of Acadia National Park and Mt. Desert Island. In our defense, we attempted to post an update saying we had arrived, but we seem to have failed to upload it properly. Then we didn't think about it again for a while. In summary, we spent a pleasant, foggy day biking from Belfast (where our last post left off) to Acadia National Park where we camped for our first of three nights. We stopped to look at a cool suspension bridge along the way and saw some fields of Maine's well-known wild blueberries. View leaving Belfast Bridge leaving Belfast Suspension bridge Field of wild blueberries The next morning the sun was shining, and we saw the mountiantops and vistas of the park for the first time, and they were beautiful. As a side-note, the park and Bar Harbor are situated on Mt. Desert Island, and the

Day 35 We woke up in Maine and headed out for some beautiful riding. Something about Maine makes it bluer and greener than most places. Mountains dot the horizon and we frequently passed by the coast, harbors, and rivers like the one pictured below. We also found some public gardens. And then we found ourselves in Freeport, a town now famous for being the birthplace of L.L. Bean.  "Hi Mom!" says Katelyn. Jonathan in Freeport near an Amtrak sign . After a hot sandwich and ice cream dinner in Freepot we headed a bit down the road to the Recompense Campground on Wolfe's Neck Farm. Night fell as we neared camp and when we arrived the stars were incredible. We laid on top of our picnic table and stared in wonder at the massiveness and beauty of the stars and milky way. If you feel like you're too wrapped up in life take some time look at the stars.  Day 36 Recompense Camp is a working farm and on a tidal bay so we took dome time enjoying the camp in the morning. Sunrise fr

Day 32: To continue our somewhat chronological account of our excellent adventure, we set off from Boston into the great beyond of New England. On the way out of Boston, the friendly frost-heave-ridden roads of Massachusetts were more than our poor B.O.B. tire could handle, and we got our first flat of the trip! Now there is a bit of a story behind this. If any of you faithful readers live and bike inside Atlanta, you know that Ponce de Leon Ave in Midtown got a face lift in the past year that took out some of the many, many narrow lanes and replaced them with wider, safer general lanes and BIKE LANES! That was great. The only bad part is that the lanes are now collecting small debris that has given Katelyn, me, and the B.O.B. a combined three flat tires during just a few months of occasionally riding on them. So we had a running commentary on how we had crossed so much of the country on thousands of miles of paved (and sometimes unpaved) roads but didn't get any flats like we alwa