I had no idea how difficult it would be to let go after spending a few days in Acadia National Park.  At first I thought that I was just a little bit more stiff and achy than usual, or that the change in the weather had affected my mood.  No matter what direction I would ride in, it always seemed uphill with the wind in my face.  It’s taken me two days to ride about 30 miles, and the road signs are still full of directions to the park and other references to it.  I finally realized last night that the issue is leaving a place to which, for so many reasons, I have a tremendous attachment.

So I’m up early this morning after a good night’s rest, determines to put 50 miles/80 kilometers between me and a place I would probably be perfectly happy to just stop at and stay forever.  The great philosopher Mick almost certainly nailed it when he wrote

You can’t always get what you want
No, you can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you just might find
You get what you need