6/4/2015

We checked out of the Centennial Hotel at eleven a.m. I was glued to the television watching a match at the French Open but was unable to finish. I reluctantly hit the road to head towards Hillsborough. It was the birthplace of our fourteenth president, Franklin Pierce. I had always been fascinated by the small town roots of men that had ascended to power.

I could say with certainty that New Hampshire’s nature scene was pristine. Everywhere I turned people were recycling, taking care of their health, and caring for kids. I was very impressed with runners darting around every bend. Even as I stepped further from town there were still plenty of people running. I stayed pretty much on the highways 202 and 9 until google maps suggested I take a different route...

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...