From Stultifying Heat To Torrential Rain

Leaving Bangor

Belfast Harbor Restaurant

From Belfast Harbor

The weather reports warned of thunder showers so I took my light rain jacket with me. However, because it wasn’t raining I stuffed it into a jersey pocket.

The temperature was great, high 60’s, though still very humid. The roads also continued to be everything one could hope for. While I have ridden on smoother surfaces, these were fine and almost all had wide, relatively clean shoulders. And, as always on this trip, the scenery was beautiful.

I started off optimistic because yesterday went pretty well and today was only 51 miles. I felt better at the start than I had the past few days and that remained pretty much during the ride.

Maybe 20 miles into the ride it started to rain just enough that I stopped to put on my rain jacket. I was a little reluctant because with the humidity I really didn’t want to add clothes. But it was raining enough that I thought it would help.

Since it wasn’t cold, and because the shoulder was pretty wide, the rain was no big deal. Until it was. The skies pretty much opened up and it was coming down so hard that I stopped to put my phone and Garmin in plastic bags in my jersey pocket because as far as I know, neither is guaranteed as water proof. My phone still communicated with my ear piece – I use it for directions – so that wasn’t a problem but I did miss not having the data visible from the Garmin. I especially like to keep track of my speed, the grade and the distance I have gone. I don’t know how much it mattered, though, because I am not sure I could have read the screen anyway between the water that would have been on the screen, the water that did cover my glasses – yes, window wipers are very useful – and the density of the falling rain. My vision generally was impaired so I made an effort to slow down, especially on the descents, so I wouldn’t hit something I hadn’t seen

After some number of miles – I don’t know how many because the Garmin was in my pocket – I turned into the first small market I had seen for a number of mules. I knew I was wet when I walked in but was surprised when I moved one of my arms and water poured out of my sleeve. So I wouldn’t make too big of a puddle in the store, I stepped outside and loosened the cuff on my other sleeve to let another stream of water out. I had been so wet that I didn’t know how wet I was. When I walked back into the store, I was greeted with, “You should dry off after you take a shower,” to which I responded that I don’t get that wet when I do shower.

I got a soft drink and a slice of pizza since I hadn’t really had breakfast because of the motel we had stayed in. I pulled my credit card out when I saw a sign saying there was a $5 minimum to use a card because I prefer to use my card rather than getting change from using cash. To say the least, I was surprised when the bill was less than $3.00 (and it had been a large pizza slice). I wish the cost of our other meals had surprised me the same way.

After eating and cleaning my glasses – yes, a futile act – I figured I mught as well get started on the last 20 or so miles. While it was still raining, the intensity had diminished significantly and finally got to be light enough that I stopped to remount the Garmin.

Ale caught me about 10 miles from the finish and I took the opportunity to down a half bottle of Pelligrino and exchange the rain jacket for a wind breaker since it had stopped raining. Not that the rain jacket had lived up to its name when it was raining.

The last 10 miles were fun and there were even a few times when I would push part way up an incline, a marked contrast from my typical slow spin in a low gear. I hope I can do more of that as the ride progresses.

So, another day of no cramps and improving legs. And no complaining about the heat.

After Ale and I had dinner at Belfast harbor and were looking across a large river whose name I won’t even attempt that empties into the ocean not far from here, Ale said that she didn’t want to leave this state. Having been on the previous 2 rides, Ale has now seen more of our country’s states than have most Americans and her conclusion is that Maine is her favorite of all. It certainly is beautiful. Because I didn’t yesterday, I will include some photos of Bar Harbor to help substantiate that claim.

So, day 5 is now in the books – 52 miles, 2,450 feet, with 3 more ride days before we get to Boston where we will spend an R&R day. I have to admit that I’m not looking forward to tomorrow’s 77 miles and 2,200 feet. Not a killer, by any means. But I have been a bit wimpy so far. But, as I have said, just keep on pedaling.

I look forward to hearing from some of you. With special thanks to Sandi, Annie, Karen and Sal for your comments.


Another Bar Harbor Hotel

Bat Harbor

Our Dinner View Outside Of Central Bar Harbor

My Sea Food Platter (I ate The Asparagus Too, Sal)

From Near The Restaurant

Beach Near The Restaurant

The Sun ½, Me 1 ½.

Leaving Inn By The River, Forks, ME

On The Way To Bangor

More Pretty Scenery

Clam Chowder


July 4:

Yesterday – I am writing this July 5 – started ominously when one of my calves cramped as I was getting out of bed. Given the cramps I had had the previous 2 days, that wasn’t a good start. That was exacerbated by me generally feeling pretty weak. However, I drew some solace from Ale reminding me that there had been a number of days last year when I had said that I didn’t feel like riding only to have the day turn out ok. So, I could hope.

Actually, once I got on the bike and started pedaling, I felt ok. For a while.

The scenery was pretty – with much of the first part of the ride going along a river – and the road was hospitable. I even ran into stopped “traffic” because the highway went through a small town that was having a 4th of July parade, the highway apparently being the town’s main street. From what I could see, the “parade” had maybe 4 vehicles. None of which even pretended to be a decorated float.

There was a fair amount of climbing. Not exactly scaling a mountain, but definitely more than just rollers. I won’t claim that was easy, but given my recent cramps, I was pleased that I was doing as well as I was. And with no cramps.

However, the heat started getting to me. I stopped when I felt especially baked IF I could find shade and that helped. I again caused some concern when a couple of vehicles that had passed me doubled back to see if I was ok. I’m afraid one woman had been especially alarmed, thinking that I had taken a fall. I assured her I was ok and apologized for her worry.

A number of miles later I again pulled over when the heat AND humidity became overwhelming. It was 95 but the main problem is that it gets to be cumulative. This time, however, I pulled up a dirt driveway far enough to find some shade and a green patch to lie on. Hearing some noise, I managed to open my eyes to see a boy of around 10 or so who had come out of his house. That wasn’t enough to keep my attention so I again tried to nap. However, a couple of minutes later his mother came out with 2 bottles of cold water, saying that I looked pretty beat from the heat. She was right. The bottled water was great and almost as good as the cold water from their hose that I used to drench myself. It was cold because after I asked about using it, the boy walked over to the spout to show me where it was and he turned it on to let it cool off from the near boiling it was from the hose sitting in the sun. That shower was great! Drinking lots is necessary, but if your body temperature gets too high, forget it. And I say that from experience. Unfortunately, I was too out of it to get names or photos of these very helpful folks. I will blame that on the heat.

The shower was good but it lasted only so long. After more climbing in the sun I decided I had had enough after only 45 of my scheduled 89 miles and 1,945 feet and let Ale know I was ready to be a passenger. Although part of me regretted it because my legs were still able to climb and I don’t like giving in, I had promised myself – and Sandi – that I am going to be more sensible this time. The air conditioned truck was great and the wisdom of my decision was reinforced when we walked out of a restaurant after lunch. Walking into the 98 degree heat was totally oppressive and I was thankful I hadn’t continued to ride in it. My brain can’t afford to be cooked any more than it already has been.

I have to mention lunch. I said how hungry I was and ordered a bowl of clam chowder and a plate of mussels. Ale ordered the same, but a cup instead of a bowl. It turns out that her cup was as large as most restaurant’s bowls and my bowl was just plain large. Then the mussels came and I was overwhelmed. I finished the clam chowder – we both agreed it was excellent – but I barely ate half of the mussels and not because they weren’t good. Of course, Ale finished all of hers. (She did get a 2 hour workout in at the hotel’s gym last night and then workedmout again this morning after I left on my ride.)

So, as of yesterday evening, it was me ½ having finished ½ of the ride and the sun ½ for having wiped out the second half.

Leaving Bangor

Outside of Bangor

Shelly and Me

July 5:

The departure from Bangor was different in that it was more urban than the previous couple of days. While we had driven into town through beautiful residential areas, some with estate sized lots and all with lush vegetation, I left through a commercial area. However, even then I felt pretty comfortable on the roads. So far this trip has been great that way.

Today to Bar Harbor, a beautiful Maine coastal town, was only 46 miles and 2,411 feet. Because it was hot – again over 90 – I stopped more than a 45 mile ride would normally warrant but, as they say, discretion is the better part of valor. The end result was that although there were a couple of times I was overheated, the ride was my best yet. No cramps at all and there were stretches that were simply fun. So, today I beat the heat: sun ½, me 1 ½.

The day was enhanced by my stop at 1A Relics, a charming new store in a unique old renovated building in Ellsworth, roughly half way to Bar Harbor. I had gone for 15 or so miles without seeing any place to get something to drink and was getting low on what I was carrying. When I stopped I didn’t initially realize it was an antique store but I went in anyway if only to ask where the next store with beverages was. I was greeted by Shelly Bradsell, a retired nurse who had opened the store only 2 weeks ago. As soon as I asked about the next store, she immediately brought me a couple of bottles of cold water and told me that she wouldn’t accept any money. We spent a while talking and when she realized the purpose of the ride, she wanted to take a selfie of us to post on their website. She introduced me as a 71 yo rider headed for Key West (the Laura’s Ride Atlantic Coast card I gave her mentioned a 71 year old). I disagreed, saying that I am really 55 but with all of the time on the bike I can pass for 71.The young woman she had introduced me to had the good grace to say that in either case I look good. Of course, I would prefer to look good for 55 but I will take what I can get. Thank you for your hospitality, Shelly. And best wishes for your new venture. Also, I hope that Conrad, who she also introduced me to,  comes through with his promised donation.

The temperature should be better tomorrow. But I’m not sure about the projected thunderstorms. So I guess I will get wet. I just hope the roads stay safe. But if they don’t, I will ride in the truck. No heroics for me this time around.