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| Ararat Farmstand |
I experienced a shift in mentality today as I cycled approximately fifty miles; I’m moving through time and space too quickly.
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| Hammock Hung (Mosquito Bait) - Ararat Farmstand |
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| Fire Away (Alexia's Pizza Potty Picture) - Belfast, Maine |
After having stopped at Ararat Farmstand, a small honor-system establishment, I dropped money into a metal cash box for a bottle of Pellegrino Mineral Water. Sitting at the picnic bench, I surveyed the trees. Several looked suitable for my hammock. I moved quickly and with purpose. Forty-five minutes later, waking from deep sleep, it hit me that I should “Slow Tour”. Pedaling down the road, I began exploring this new mindset. The rule for touring centers on covering 50 to 75+ miles each day. I did this on my last tour down the Pacific Coast; it’s time to try something new. More days on tour, less mileage. At this point, I plan to cut down to twenty-five miles, maximum. This experiment may last for at least a couple of weeks. It’s worth exploring. I have plenty of time to reach Washington, D. C., enough for a summer tour. Call me lackadaisical. Sticks and stones…
Cycling along Megunticook Lake, I felt an overwhelming urge to apply my brakes. After lifting my bike over the guardrail, I brought soap and clean clothing down to the rocky shoreline.
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| Preparing to Dip - Megunticook Lake |
Discreetly slipping everything off, I entered. Perfect temperature! I swam for a spell, then returned to the shore for my soap. Minutes later, the road grime gone, a small fishing boat, trolling the shoreline, put me under some pressure to dry off and get dressed. They had an entertaining view, but it really didn’t bother me too much. As they passed by, I noticed that a woman had her phone out. I hope I’m not on YouTube.
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| The View - Camden |
In Camden, around 6:30 PM, I wheeled into a public park overlooking West Penobscot Bay. A grassy, out-of-the-way spot made for a unique place for my yoga mat. I relaxed my mind and stretched for about forty minutes while periodically looking out at the boats on anchor.
Running out of daylight, I spotted a baseball field on the outskirts of Rockport. Just off the cut grass, a short trail presented itself. I slipped in and found an adequate site for my tent. In no time, I was set up with teeth brushed. I don’t expect to be bothered. Time will tell…
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| First Selfie (Pedestrian Footbridge) - Belfast, Maine |
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| The Choice (Breakfast Stop) - Bucksport, Maine |
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