Today was one of those amazing days, meeting amazing people, on the road. I got up early and had a couple of eggs on a biscuit, that was light as air, at the Freeport Cafe. Wish I could make em like that! I was the only one in the restaurant, but it was crowded by the time I hit the road. Packed up my trailer, and a kind gentleman helped me carry it down the stairs. I checked out, and the folks at the front desk were very impressed when I told them what I’m doing.
My goal today was Kennebunk. 40 miles. The forecast looked good, although it was chilly when I started out. Had to break out the Turtle Fur and warm gloves! I’m off my route, so I planned on taking Route 1 all the way there. The people at the hotel were nervous about me riding into Portland, and so was I. There was no need to be nervous. I arrived in Portland around 10:30 and was greeted by throngs of green-shirted Mainers running towards me on the bike path. I tried to Google it to find out why they were all running, and I found something called the Hard Cider Run, but I’m not sure that was it. Anyway, there’s a lot of fit people in Portland! And what a beautiful city! And so bike friendly. As I walked my bike down the street, I stared longingly at the restaurants, wishing it was closer to lunchtime. Also wishing Portland was my stopping point for the night. Don’t worry, Portland! I’ll be back!
I stopped for a snack in Scarborough and checked the Google directions. They took me off of Route 1 onto something called The Eastern Trail. Trail? I had no idea! This sounds promising.... I followed the directions and found the trail head - this was awesome. It actually went all the way to Kennebunk! A nice couple was walking by, and I asked them about the trail. They said the plan, someday, is for this trail to go all the way from Florida to Canada. How cool is that? I hit the trail. It was so nice (and FLAT). I stopped in Saco for lunch, at a place called Kerrymen Pub. I always gravitate towards the Irish pubs. What a great find. The people there were so sweet and welcoming, and everyone donated towards my ride (which actually paid for my motel). One gentleman even gave me his phone number and said if I got into any trouble on my ride, I should give him a call and he’d help me. His name was Lou, and he’s a Road Angel. There are amazing people like this, not just in Saco, Maine, but everywhere, when you slow your life down and take the time to notice. We’re always so busy, rushing around, we miss so much. I’m so grateful for those wonderful people, who didn’t know me at all, but showed such caring and concern, gave me a hug when I left, and wished me well.
I got a little lost in Biddeford, so I got back on Route 1 and made it to Kennebunk around 5:30. Found a motel and called Domino’s for a pretty tasty pizza. I’m so grateful for the motel (although my room is a little cold). It’s pretty cold outside tonight. If I was camping, I’d be freezing! Not sure where I’ll end up tomorrow, but I believe it will all be good.
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