By that time the children had already grown up, so I just bought a ticket and flew … to the Kalahari Desert, 2008. Remember the movie? Gods Must be Crazy-2? A must watch. I always wondered if one day I could run like the bushmen in the movie.
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
Tobacco Trail, South Hill, and Durham.
It was a pleasant evening on a porch under the bid mimosa trees, with hand-made wine.
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.
Alexandria – another pretty little town on East Coast Greenway.
The owners of White House were probably the only ones around, who didn’t know I was going to sleep in their backyard.
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Cycled with Nancy Torrey Brown Rail Trail, then kept by myself to Baltimore. Lost my sunglasses.
A self-described “Russian Journalist from South Africa” Faber’s wanderlust is global and includes
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.
Probably, the easiest part of the trail – gentle downhill to New Haven. Another one New England Ivy League University, Yale, is in New Haven.
Barbara organized a meeting with Stephane, who was cycling opposite way, from Florida to Maine, with her dog. We all met at Bolton.
Barbara is involved in East Coast Greenway Trail. She found me on Facebook, when I was heading her place, and invited me to stay.
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.
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.
They invite me to talk at Dennysville school about long distance travel experience and some other life skills.
Day #1 cycling on the #EastCoastGreenwayTrail. 25 miles so far. I started in Calais ME and stopped in Dennysville to weather the storm. I’m here already for 4 days. Looks like for a week more, and the weather is not the reason.
