Calais was sleeping when I took off from the motel towards Key West. But almost immediately stopped at the Canadian border to figure out something for the future, in case I want to do Great Canadian Trail straight from Greenway.
If I knew there was a bus from Boston to Portland, from Portland to Augusta, from Augusta to Bangor, and from Bangor to Calais, I would ride it. But Google did not tell me that. So my way was much longer than even that.
Last time I was in Boston when finished the Appalachian Trail. This time I’m going see Cambridge, look at Harvard campus, and start my ride to Key West.
It was time to start my cycling trip, so I took Derry Rail Trail to Boston. I decided to start the East Coast Greenway from Boston, not from Calais. When I was observing the Robert Frost Farm, I met another cyclist. On his car. So this evening I enjoyed his family supper.
Goose Pond was a community, not commune. A writer and a college teacher buit-rebuilt a house, I would say home-made house. Self sustainable. Organic. Nice, cozy, and warm. Very nice, very cozy and very warm.
It was a bit early for opening a biking season, and I used this delay for experiencing New Hampshire communes. The first one was D Acres, an organic farm. And about the last one.
It still was a ski season in Andover, the last snow, and I came there with my bicycle, which actually wasn’t mine, but eventually was given to me in 24/7 community, that how I call Twelve Tribes.
I took Amtrak rom Penn Station in New York, Rutland was my choice to come. Forecast promised a blizzard and I want to catch it – the last snow in March. I knew a cozy, 24/7 place there, and my train was coming at night.