For the most part however, my cycling in Maine has been a long boring sludge up and down blistering hills on the side of Route 1 and struggling to stay hydrated. Occassionally, I’ll dip into a lovely bay town or across an inlet only to have another 5 or 10 miles highway riding. The detours down the long penisulas, while tempting and lovely, are just not happening. It certianly does not help that I am overweight, under-trained, and having back pain! Throw in some very expensive camping and mosquitos, and you’d likely think I’d never come back to Maine.
I love it.
I have never had a trip start out with as many helpful, friendly folks as here in Maine. It’s really impossible to list them all out. I’ve been invited to camp in folk’s yards, Tim gave me a lift into Camden when my chain broke, Pierre clued into some fine nightlife and seafood in Belfast and also happens to be damn knowledgable about Newfoundland and Labrador, Russ kept me captivated over breakfast talking about steam trains in China, and Kristen saw me passed out in a rest area and took me to an amazing camp where the full moon came up glistening on the water in front of our tents. And this doesn’t even count the folks passing me snacks, lending me tools, and that kind word of encouragement.
On top of that, I’ve actually met and rode a bit with some other tourers for the first time. Utah’s Ron and Nancy were doing a New England circuit and had some good stories as the miles disappeared on Route 1. I split the camp fees for two nights and spent a day riding light around Acadia with Ben who had arrived on his bike from Ohio. It was sweetness and one of the better touring days I’ve ever had.
Today is another hot day and it seems likely I’ll get caught up in a thunderstorm on my way to the Canadian Border. I’m making a travel change and hope to take the ferry from St. John, New Brunswick over to Digby, Nova Scotia. There I’ll hope to avoid the black flies as I go up and over to the Atlantic coast and Halifax.
The bike maps from the Maine Transportation department are not detailed enought to be useful to tourers. There were no cue sheets for the ride past Bath.
There are no shoulders on the busy Route 1 for about 8 miles north of Camden, another 10 miles around Hancock, and on Rte 3 direct to Bar Harbor. These are all terrifying, horrible rides. Find other alternatives if possible. Otherwise, Route 1 has amazing 4 foot shoulders.
15 miles in all directions of Ellsworth are some of the ugliest cycling I have ever had, particularly as you head East to that stretch of road with no shoulder.
Have a jacket ready if you are riding on the ocean. The sea fog will chill you in no time.
Getting it Started in Maine