Sleeping in is novel for me; 8:45 was verging on guilt but the rest was appreciated. No pedaling so now what? The bus dropped me off at the Bar Harbor green from there I ferreted out a side street bakery where all the local folk were lining up. It is always fun to dig around the edges of a town to get a feel for how things really are. The library was closed and I could not find a Wall Street Journal anywhere so I settled for a Bangor rag. Across the street from the news stand, I hung out at a coffee shop and read the paper. With the wind already blowing, the rain and lightning followed. A burst of lightning hit a few hundred feet down but the lights stayed on. Good day not to be riding. After the rain moved on, I picked up lunch at Hanafords super market and dined down at the wharf looking out at the hills and water, very scenic. After lunch I drifted down a shoreline walkway and found a bench to finishing reading the paper and take in the view. Hey, the Chicago Cubs have the best record in the league. Now I have someone to root for this fall! Go Cubs.
For my closing act I found a sports restaurant where I watched the US tennis finals and
had two delicious brews and a chicken taco salad.
Tomorrow I ride to town and hop the boat to Winter Harbor. With three days remaining I will search out the various small peninculas above Mount Desert for a nice spot to dream about moving to and building a house.
had two delicious brews and a chicken taco salad. 
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