Farewell to Maine
It was supposed to happen immediately after my family’s 2020 Christmas visit from England. Instead, the Art Project happened, in joint with my friend, photographer and installation designer Amy. Then Covid happened, and everyone
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Learning to Sing
My grandmother, the princess Mescherskaya, after the revolution of 1917 became an opera singer. I never opened my mouth for a single note until
The End With Fireworks
That is the end of my East Coast Greenway bicycle ride from Maine to Florida. Bad timing – 4th of July, crowds everywhere.
Night Promenade With Puncture
Yesterday night respectable citizens of Palm Beach Shira and Jon took a promenade to Downtown. Under the empty bridge, surrounded by construction fence, they were catch up by a stranger, walking her bike.
Kayaking With Alligators
Alligators were living in this lake, and Liz told they were peaceful, but…
Duke Disease
I felt totally weаk, trail turned from paved into graveled, and I wasn’t
Tobacco Trail
Tobacco Trail, South Hill, and Durham.
Teresa and Nat
It was a pleasant evening on a porch under the bid mimosa trees, with hand-made wine.
Theresa and Rick
Prince William Forest Park. I decided to make a short cut, but, as usually, it took me much longer than it would just on regular path.
Mike and Michele
Alexandria – another pretty little town on East Coast Greenway.
Sleeping at White House
The owners of White House were probably the only ones around, who didn’t know I was going to sleep in their backyard.
Lunch from Prayers
Sorry, Google messed up their Google+ Collections so now my post looks like that
Debbie and Dave
Cycled with Nancy Torrey Brown Rail Trail, then kept by myself to Baltimore. Lost my sunglasses.
Nancy and David
I pressed the button on the R40 bridge, yellow light started flashing for drivers to keep in mind, that a bicycle was crossing the bridge, and cycled into McDonald’s on another side. I needed to mark libraries on my map ahead, because thunderstorm was coming in a few hours. It came earlier, and I’ve got a ride to the library from… a Weather Guard!
Dianne and Glenn
After a lunch, Elaine and Warren cycled back to Delaware City, and I cycled to North East to getting back to the trail.
Elaine and Warren
I spent a wonderful day with them. After 20 miles on Delaware Trail we had a lunch in famous Schaefer’s Canal House. I didn’t suppose to be on this trail, but here is a story.
John, then Philadelphia at Night
I worked from the library for another couple of days, some cyclist was seating next to me and started talking. So another couple of nights I stayed at John’s place.
Robert and Carolyn
Got up at 4:30 AM at some marina around Fairfield CT (the guards knew), to take off before the rain started. It was freezing anyway, what’s a point to stay in the hammock till later.
Down to New Haven
Probably, the easiest part of the trail – gentle downhill to New Haven. Another one New England Ivy League University, Yale, is in New Haven.
Classical Musician
Barbara organized a meeting with Stephane, who was cycling opposite way, from Florida to Maine, with her dog. We all met at Bolton.
Barbara
Barbara is involved in East Coast Greenway Trail. She found me on Facebook, when I was heading her place, and invited me to stay.
Dorothy and Librarians
I passed Providence, and needed another stop in a library to do some work, and found a nice one in Coventry, which worked from 9 to 9, was surrounded by woods (for my hammock!).
Casey and Grayson
This cool lady, a Moscow journalist, via South Africa running, is riding her bike from Maine to Florida, and ended up in Pawtucket, Rhode Island for the night. Go girl!
Syrniki with Smetana
Portsmouth was very pretty, without any industrial areas around. After it, East Coast Greenway Trail went on R1, Ocean Rd, with heavy traffic, and continued in a very nice area, Rye. Nice for living, but not for buying anything when you were getting hungry.
Nathan and Jennifer
I already realized that my trip is like anthropological research of people’s’ backyards, so will title the future posts just with names of people I stayed with.
Night at the Library
I cycled by the library and decided to stop there for the middle of the day, not to burn on the sun. Then the rain came. Then the rain stopped, but the night came.
Portland Rush
Was in a hurry to meet with three newspapers in Portland, lost trail signs right in front of Portland, cycled to Route 1, hitchhiked, was late.
Camping in L.L.Been
Gail told me that it would be a huge outdoor store on my way in Freeport, L.L.Bean, which was a few miles away before Portland and worked all day and nights. It was cool itself, also the next day I supposed to meet with Portland’s newspapers, so I was thinking about hanging somehow at this night shop, the whole night around. I’m an outdoor shopaholic.
The Lobsters Capital of the World
I got up at 4AM, deadly freezing, in Ellsworth, and started pedaling in dark to warm up. I was heading Rockland, the lobsters capital of the world.
