Tuesday May 31st, 2016
Day 4.

I was up well ahead of sunrise.
I was excited that I had made it so far. I was in the north eastern section of the country and today was the day, all things being equal, that I would hopefully make it to the eastern most point of the lower “48”.
The fog was heavy, hanging over the bay and was gradually lifting by the minute.
I grabbed my camera and went out onto the upper deck of the inn and took a few photos of the surroundings. It was such a different view. Obviously specific to this place.
I loaded my luggage back onto the bike, fired her up and allowed the engine to come up to normal operating temperature. Then after which I went back indoors and spent breakfast time chatting with the proprietor.
At 8:40 a.m. I said farewell and headed off to find and visit the lighthouse.
I couldn’t go wrong. The road ran for quite a few miles and ended right where the lighthouse was situated.
I milled around and took some photos, experienced the area, overlooking the Bay of Fundy and observing the rapidly changing level of the tide. The water movement created swells that caused a consistent tolling of a bell on a bouy just off the shoreline - an additional safety warning to mariners during times of poor visibility at times like this. Almost suddenly a big fog bank appeared from nowhere. Within minutes I could no longer see the lighthouse from as little as 100 yds. (91 m)
So I gathered myself together and set off southwards, beginning my journey back towards home. This was my “turn around point”.

I wound my back through the town and opted to take the coast road all the way south to Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park – my next destination.
The coast road was obviously “slower” than the interstate road and I settled in to enjoy the ride and views.
I did not have a clear shot/view of the coastline.
Due to its ruggedness, and the way the rocky nature of its outcroppings jutted out into the sea, they were like fingers reaching out. So one would have to leave the road and actually go directly out to the coast and back along the same road.
Well I motored on till I arrived in Bar Harbor.
I milled around the wharf watching the cruise and tour boats coming in to port and spent a little time chatting with and watching a couple of lobster fishermen load up their boat and head out to check and set traps.
Getting back on the bike, I wound my way through the now thick traffic/congestion of the harbor area and town into the Acadia National Park.
After seeing what I came to see, it was time to head out of this area. A typical tourist trap!
Leaving Acadia I headed for Ellsworth and Bangor to catch I-95 S.
That proved to be a challenge and was slow going. Too many people and vehicles in such a small geographic area.
I love and prefer the wide-open spaces of the western half of this country.
But in my quest to ride through and visit all lower 48 states of this country, I had to endure this for myself.
The rest of the days ride was unremarkable for me.
Due to time lost earlier in the afternoon, I decided to bed down in Augusta, ME.
All the stop-and-go traffic had worn me out.
I found a hotel just off the highway and checked-in for the night.
I finally “turned in” for the night around 8:40 p.m.
It had been a solid 12 hour day fraught with congestion!
Tomorrow I would try to make up for it.
I had 301 miles to “quash” to make it to Pete’s in New Haven, CT tomorrow.