Monday May 30th, 2016
Day 3.
I awoke early again, as usual, ready to pick fresh blueberries from the bush in the front yard.
Bruce (Dad) had beaten me to that already and already had his pancake batter mixture made and ready to go.
We all gathered and had a hearty breakfast of blueberry pancakes, eggs, sausage, waffles with maple syrup and bacon.
Lordy, lordy! They filled me up for the long day ahead!
Without realizing it, we sat around the breakfast table and chatted away till I had to reluctantly force myself to continue my journey towards Lubec, my next destination.
I gathered us all together and created a photo op for posterity before Mike led me out to show me the way. It was a lovely 61”F (16’C) but a late 11:30a.m. for purposes of my journey.
I still had quite a ways to go. All of 279 miles (446 km).
Bruce insisted that I not leave Saco, without going by the Portland Head Light (lighthouse) barely 20 minutes out of my way – which I did – and glad that I did.
It was well worth my time to visit.
My wife would love to experience this.
I made a promise to myself that one day, Good Lord permitting; I would bring her here for a visit.
If you are interested, I have a link here for some more reading.
https://portlandheadlight.com/about-us
So just after midday Mike and I parted ways.
He needed to get back and get ready for work.
I needed to get on the road and knock the miles down if I was to make it to Lubec before sundown.
I dialed in the city of Lubec in response to the GPS units’ request for the next destination and it routed me onto the Interstate 95, fastest time, direction north.
There’d not be much scenery today, so I took my mind off all else and put my reliance and focus onto the voice instructions emanating from the unit to my bluetoothed headset.
It was to be a long, hard slog along the Interstate. A far cry in contrast to the mountain backroads I had so enjoyed on this trip leading up to this day.
Traffic was relatively light in the direction I was heading. I wish I could say the same for the opposite direction.
I presumed that lots more people were heading “out” for the Memorial Day weekend festivities and holidays.
So after a long and arduous trudge on the concrete, the ST did her thing getting us to Lubec at 6:25 p.m.
It was turning out to be a lovely evening.
Skies were blue, slight wind making temperatures fall gradually and the streaming sunlight beginning to wash over with the warm colors of the late spring season.
I stayed on the road which took me all the way through the town of Lubec, a typical seaside/fishing town, as far as it could, ending at a the local fishing harbor.
Not very far off I looked right across to Campobello Island which is joined to the mainland from here to Canada by the international pedestrian crossing bridge.
I parked right outside Cohill’s Inn, my choice for the nights’ stay, registered my presence and rushed down to the waterfront to take advantage of the waterfront and the now setting sun, for some photo ops. After which I then returned and completed my check-in formalities for the night.
After unpacking my gear, I covered the ST to keep the salt-laden nighttime mist and morning dew off her, showered and went back downstairs to order dinner.
Dinner consisted of, well, check the picture out in my related photo album.
All was good.
I retired to bed after phone calls and journal entries of the days’ ride.
Tomorrow I would be making it out to the West Quoddy Lighthouse – one of my primary destinations for this trip.