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
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
Coming soom
My grandmother, the princess Mescherskaya, after the revolution of 1917 became an opera singer. I never opened my mouth for a single note until
That is the end of my East Coast Greenway bicycle ride from Maine to Florida. Bad timing – 4th of July, crowds everywhere.
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.
Alligators were living in this lake, and Liz told they were peaceful, but…
I felt totally weаk, trail turned from paved into graveled, and I wasn’t
The owners of White House were probably the only ones around, who didn’t know I was going to sleep in their backyard.
Sorry, Google messed up their Google+ Collections so now my post looks like that
Cycled with Nancy Torrey Brown Rail Trail, then kept by myself to Baltimore. Lost my sunglasses.
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!
After a lunch, Elaine and Warren cycled back to Delaware City, and I cycled to North East to getting back to the trail.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.