“It seems like every third person in Maine has a dumptruck!” I told the young, overweight guy in a sleeveless, green smock of a shirt as I took a picture of his truck. With a flat smile, he said, “There ain’t nothin’ else to do here.”

I think they may be leveling the entire state north of Bar Harbor. Rte. 1 in many places has no shoulder, and while the traffic continues to thin as you head to the border, the number of hell-driven dumptrucks only increases. It’s tough biking, making it a hard to recommend.