A Last Minute Save

07/15/09 ~ There are few greater things to wake up to then looking straight out at the ocean 30 feet out which was as smooth as glass with the sun reflecting off of it. It was great, and then Jean came into our cottage telling us she had our breakfast all ready for us, a beautiful start to a great day. We devoured her great scrambled eggs, bacon, and English muffins and set out on the road headed for Bar Harbor, and Acadia National Park. We rode 30 miles up to the town of Ellsworth, where we enjoyed a great lunch of New England clam chowder, “voted the best around,” of which Bobby was craving to eat for the past week, so we quite well satisfied his cravings. 

After that we rode on 2 miles to where Route 3, the road which takes you the 20 miles into Acadia, departs from Route 1 and decided we should hitchhike. We wanted to hitchhike for one, just because it’s always quite interesting, and for two, because Acadia is 20 miles out our way, and we do not, do not, do any extra mileage. We thumbed it for a while, and naturally the smallest possible car, full of junk decides to pick us up. This guy was convinced we could get all 3 bikes, and his junk, and 4 guys crammed back into his tiny little sedan. So we did, it consisted of strapping Seth’s bike straight on the roof, Dietrich’s bike in the trunk with this guy’s junk strapped on top of it, and Bobby’s bike thrown in the back seat on top of Seth and Bobby. He then drove us the next 20 miles straight into Bar Harbor, where Acadia Park is at as well. 

We spent that afternoon touring some of the park, and hiking the trails as well. The trails were absolutely beautiful, as you could climb way up on top of a rock, overlooking the island and ocean as well. It was some of the best views we’ve seen this trip. We then went back to Bar Harbor, where another internet hook up through couchsurfing, was cooking us up some great spaghetti and meatballs. While eating we found out the place we thought we would be staying at actually didn’t have room for us, so we began looking elsewhere for a place to stay. We luckily, at the last minute, were put up by another couchsurfer in the area, Lynn Slocom, who lived 8 miles out of town. She graciously picked us up, drove us back to her place, and gave us some great beds to sleep on. We slept great that night, and were so thankful Lynn was able to pull through at the last possible minute.