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6/2/2015

Like anyone else, I needed a short holiday from a taxing schedule. Each day on the road has had an individual identity. Often times the days were adventurous. I had seen sights change before my eyes as well as experience the local cuisine of each area. For me a holiday meant sleep and remaining stationary. It was much opposite from what most people think of. But, it was what I needed to recharge. We were blessed to be invited to the Beaver Dam Campground to enjoy a few moments of tranquility.

We made our way to the Beaver Dam campground in more pouring rain to launch stage three of our run. The dark clouds didn’t look as if they would dissipate any time soon, so we were grateful for the lodging. The falling rain sounded like a bucket of pebbles were chucked against the trailer...

5/30/2015

The Hemlock Grove Campground provided us with a tranquil evening of sleep. Something about clean air helps my resting cycle. The lush greenery of the grounds surrounded our trailer like cradle. It also helped sooth the soul. Of course the miles I log everyday have something to do with getting good sleep as well. With the end in sight and a few scheduled rest days, I felt little pressure to exert myself. I chatted with Jim and Audrey before I left the site. My legs began to move around noon time. Crystal stayed behind to tidy the trailer. I weaved through construction, ran up hills, and of course down hills.

I took a couple of hydration breaks on the road and reached South Portland relatively early...

5/28/2015

I could feel the blood course through my veins. My body felt great as it moved ever closer to the halfway mark. Little bubbles of excitement percolated and popped while I continued to take in my surroundings. Dandelion puffs seemed to sit still in the air as I continued my journey through New England. I weaved through the annoying maze and tried my best not to inhale the floating spores.

Many businesses had closed doors because it was Memorial Day. Traffic was quiet and it allowed the rock and roll music from backyard barbeques to drift about. The seafood restaurants had increased in number and I encouraged Crystal to try a specialty of the area. On the way up the coast we had heard rumors of the abundance in lobster...