The last forty-three miles

  Once again we were up early, packed and rolling north out of Sanford at 6:55.  Mist verging on rain combined with a serious hills made for a disheartening start.  Once on the route 4, Evan and I hooked onto 202 north whereupon the road flattened out somewhat. North then east then north east eventually brought us to our destination Little Sebago Lake.  Arriving at 11:11, forty-three miles total.  As we coasted down a long winding hill we were greeted at the bottom by Betsy’s family waving and cheering, music cranked up with the American flag on display.  Cold beer and lunch was laid out for us on two Adirondack chairs.   After five days on the road starting from New London we reached our destination, tired and sore but satisfied with our accomplishment.