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.
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.
Here is the map of US Historic Route 66, from Chicago, Illinois, to Santa Monica, California, with photos on it, placed exactly where they were taken.
It was a Big Truck Ride, a Road Trip from Albuquerque to Flagstaff. That how it happened.
VICTORVILLE — Journalist and bicyclist Lena Faber took a break this week from her long journey across America at the California Route 66 Museum on D Street.
By Priscilla Mace | pmace@nexstar.tv Published 07/02 2015 07:17 PM Updated 07/02 2015 07:17 PM
