One Thing Leads to Another (Day Four)

In direct contrast to Tuesday, today started out great and ended very badly. I had a fantastic breakfast of French toast and sausage at the hotel. Started on my way down Route 1, towards Wiscasset. I’m so glad I took my friend, Andrew’s, advice and stayed on Route 1 to Woolwich, instead of taking Old Stage Road to 127.  Route 1 was nice, had a huge shoulder and the hills weren’t too bad. I was making pretty good time! 

I stopped for lunch at the Taste of Maine restaurant in Woolwich, and it was so good. They have a giant lobster on the roof, which was pretty funny. I wish my grandmother had been with me, because she would have loved the fried oysters. I would have liked to have a beer, but I was only halfway through my ride (or so I thought...) and the beer would have slowed me down.  Went through Bath and then found the Androscoggin River Bike Path, which is absolutely lovely.  There were lots of people enjoying it too. Once I got to Brunswick, I got a little lost, but eventually I got going in the right direction. The only problem was, I VASTLY misunderestimated the ride I still had in front of me, to get to the campground. Hill after hill after hill. To make matters worse, the temperature plummeted and it started spitting rain. 

I walked through the door of the campground office and the young man working there said, “Are you OK??” I wasn’t looking too good, I guess. But I set up my tent the best I could and made a meal out of beef jerky, popcorn, peanut butter crackers and string cheese. I can’t get back on my bike and go to town. I’m too exhausted. So I’m sitting here, freezing because I have nothing to make a fire with and writing in my blog. I’m gonna go back to the office and take a shower, I think. Hopefully. God, I hope I can sleep tonight. And I hope I don’t freeze to death. I think I’m going to need a night in a hotel after this. 40 miles today.