Some of the roads in Maine were simply horrible. Here's me and my front wheel navigating some nasty asphalt.
More wonderful cemeteries.
Honor system fruit and vegetable stand!
You simply put your money in the box.
Jett's sharp eyes caught sight of a real, live porcupine munching his way along the roadside. We stopped, and I approached from some photos. He seemed completely comfortable with me there. Finally he did look up and give me the stink eye - I ran off before he decided to unfurl his quiver at me...
I found some baby hogs with mama hog, happily grunting.
Ocean meets the farmland.
The famous Maine blueberries were in season while we were here. Saw them everywhere!
Our lunch stop.
Janie only looks like she is standing in a hole. We're all about the same height, I think.
My 1st ever whoopie pie. Super sweet and delicious if you are in the mood for a sugar attack (and I was).
More lobster traps/pots.
More cemeteries.
And who got to name this street? A 4-year-old?
Not sure what a cattle pound was for, but this looked cool.
Simply beautiful.
Here's my view from the back of the van when Norman had to "transfer" us from one point to another. Today we transferred from Blue Hill to Bar Harbor. During the ride, Norman was looking away while a string of cars hit their brakes in front of us. Three of the passengers screamed and the rest of us jumped out of our seats. Then I had a fit of the giggles for about 10 minutes afterward. Relief stress? Not sure.
And here's our swanky new digs, the Harborside on the waterfront at Bar Harbor. A far cry from the delightful, small inns. Very nice with beautiful grounds. A short walk to the water.
Gorgeous pool, but we were too busy cycling to use it.
Dinner on the wharf.
Huge margaritas. Not very good, I'm afraid.
Here's Steve's dish. Seafood paradise.
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