Fairfield Inn By Marriott Bangor

... arrive a day early and spend two days relaxing at the beach. We'll see how this goes.

We rode 404 miles today. This was shorter day because of the stop at Madawaska and stopping early to celebrate our completion of Stop 3. Believe it or not, we are not tired, sore or having regrets. This is a great ride and it is so much fun talking to people around the US and Canada.

Paul

The Westy has decided it needs attention and rest, so we are heading to Montreal. Ben at Ben's Place will give it his best care and attention.
The drive through Maine and New Hampshire is again, giving us a new sense of the vastness of America and an appreciation for it's beauty.

... place exceeds all superlatives and yet virtually none are cast in their direction. We had some great drinks in the bar -- I had a blueberry martini made with a blueberry vodka that is distilled near Freeport. Local blueberry vodka and a small hand full of blueberries...why wouldn't that be a great drink?!

We had a salad and then we both had a divine grilled cod served with a blueberry and chipotle chile ...

... islands for as little as ten or twenty dollars! Suffice to say, you wouldn't find anything approaching that today, even for a private island with zero amenities!!

We were down in Stonington most of the day and then drove around Deer Isle on the way back to Blue Hill. When we got back here, we stopped for dinner at a spectacular restaurant called Table on Main Street in Blue Hill. We had a fabulous (and really healthy) dinner of grilled sockeye with steamed ...

... as I expected it would be. You could make a movie in this place, it looks like such a quintessential New England village. The Blue Hill Farm is a very comfortable place and the innkeepers (twins, a brother and sister) are very nice. This place is so quiet that I'm going to go into shock when I have to return to civilization. But until then, we're going to get completely unwound and do some Olympic relaxing!

Stephne & Kevin

... else East in the New England area. There aren't any good East/West highways here. Only North/South ones. If you look up the driving directions from Glens Falls to Bangor, the path looks like a drunk planned it out. It weaves North and South the entire way, gradually making its way East. Well, I'm here now. Hopefully I'll get to take some pics of the Meese along the way to work in the morning.

April 12 The first stop today was the Whaling Museum. There were two skeletons of whales there: Kobo (King of the Blue Ocean) was the Blue whale and Bob (not his real name) was the humpback whale. We learned a lot about whales and whaling. It smelled of oil because the oil was still coming out of the bones. Our pen pals gave us part of the tour. Our pen pals led us on a Scavenger ...

... energetic family man finally dropped me off at the Paul Bunyon campground in Bangor. Before he dropped me off, he taught me a delicious way to cook trout or just about any animal you might find, by shoving a stick through its mouth and roasting it over an open fire. At six p.m., Johnny and Adam and I were glowing to see each other 240 miles later in "Bang-eh." (Sorry, my Boston accent came out again.) "Bangor," I should say, found my pals a little ...

... and family camps where we would take people on early morning trail rides up the mountains, stopping at a peek that overlooked a major lake between Maine and Canada (can't remember the name). Once there, we tied up the horses and enjoyed breakfast on a large wagon, while enjoying the view. All of the wranglers were responsible for training a young horse. Training involved walking the horses everyday and getting them used to being saddled, brushed, bridled, and so on. We were each ...