Tag archive: East Coast Greenway, US

Lena Faber. Four Years on Foot

Four Years On Foot

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.

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Eating a watermelon

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.

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Theresa and Rick, Ashland

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.

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Nancy and Daniel

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!

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Delaware

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.

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New Jersey

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.

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Downhill to New Haven

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.

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Rescued by Barbara

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.

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Around Providence

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!). 

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with Casey and Grayson

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!

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On the way to Boston

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.
Stop with cyclists

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.
 

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Day and night at the library

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.

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Way to Portland

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.

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Night in LLBeen

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.  

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Dennysville Snowmobile Club

Dennysville Surroundings

I spend two weeks in Dennysville, working on my new project. Got a ride on ATV vehicle to the swamps, saw biting turtles, a lot of birds, who’s’ names I would never remember, had a dinner with all locals at the church and had a breakfast another day there.

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