A long day, a test of my will

       Sixty miles up and down challenging hills all day. Suzi and Carl were saints, they fed me a superb breakfast before I shoved off at 8:53.  Real good folks who I had a good time with.  Their Australua border Collie, Luna, and I bonded over a tattered basketball, you know kick, chase and retrieve.

     Once on the trail, the hills were unmerciful and never ending. After twenty-five miles, I stopped in Wiscasset for lunch and an hour break.  Nice town but kind of over cutecified with the usual tourists (a lot of bored husbands obediently tagging along).  The next stretch took me through Bath where I had an excellent vantage point from the Kennebec River bridge of the Bath shipyard. There was a Zumwalt destroyer under construction, a cross between a WW1 Dread knot and a Jules Verne creation.  I have been intrigued by these four billion dollar machines.

     Up and down I churned past numerous turn offs to quaint Maine towns.  No Warmershowers sites or campsites kept me headed for Rockport, where I knew there were several campsite. A heavy fog descended on the area starting a good five miles from the shore.  Picked up dinner at a nice gourmet deli, got to the site and set up as the rain was beginning to fall. As much as I like my MSR tent, I need to place arrows indicating the front sections to speed the set up time.  Setting up in the rain is shaky at best, things need to go fast and flawless.

    Tomorrow I will ride into Camden for Breakfast and a look around, I hate being a tourist.  Maybe I will make Mount Desert Island by day's end.