Day 2: Bucksport to Freeport

Rain, rain, rain.

In the bar, Jeff said that there would be lot's of places I'd want to stop today but this morning it was head down into the rain and keep moving as it absolutely pissed down. The stop at Moody's Diner was much appreciated as was the conversation with a lovely couple who quit their jobs to become sheep farmers in Vermont. We discussed poverty in coastal Maine which seems to have some similar economic problems to coastal towns in NE England.

It cleared up in the afternoon and it was all quiet country roads and little homesteads in the woods. And then Komoot threw me a curveball (as it sometimes does if you set it to touring mode) and sent me down a country lane which became a dirt track which turned into a rocky creek bed. A certain amount of cursing, bike carrying and a slight falling off a bridge ensued.

The rest of the ride was uneventful but pretty as the route wound across the inlets that cut into the coast in these parts.

Drinks were at Gritty McDuff's Freeport Brew Pub in Freeport, a town which seems to have found an economic purpose as a regional retail outlet hub. A sports focused evening of conversation covered the state of American news media, American sports, marathon running and Tottenham Hotspur.