A tough couple of days

Wheel full 70px 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.


Wheel full 70px 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

Acadia Park Loop Road

Wheel full 70px I biked around the Acadia National Park Loop Road today.  You can subscribe all you want to Ed Abbey’s “Industrial Tourism” knock on roads and cars in National Parks, but in my view this is one such drive that the park would be less of an experience without.


Wheel full 70px So much for my “no hill taller than 400 feet/~120 meters on the entire Atlantic Coast” research prior to the ride.  Just before the junction with the spur road leading up to the top of Cadillac Mountain you reach, per RidewithGPS, 526 feet/~160 meters above sea level.  The beautiful engineering of the road, though, made the climb seem effortless.

Wheel full 70px A few pics.


Wheel full 70px I’ll leave Mt. Desert Island for the fourth and probably last time over a 40 year span in a few hours.  I count myself fortunate for each visit- taken together they are almost more than for which one could reasonably wish in a lifetime.


Just Four Days Left

Wheel full 70px I spent last night at Clark’s Harbour on Cape Sable Island off the very southwest corner of Nova Scotia.


Wheel full 70px If you look along the bottom of the map the town is about 1/3 of the way over from the left.  That dot and the island it is on is just about as far south in Canada as you can go outside of the Province of Ontario.

Wheel full 70px I don’t know why other than that I have always loved maps  but the name “Cape Sable” is one of those I recall from my childhood that made the world seem like such a mysterious and inviting place.  The reality, going  on 60 years later, is a little more mundane-  a place of small weatherbeaten saltbox cottages along quiet lanes and the curve of deserted beaches with the open Atlantic just beyond.


Wheel full 70px But it’s all wonderful nonetheless.  I’m glad I’m here.

Wheel full 70px As I noted at the start of the post I’ll be leaving Nova Scotia in four days, catching the ferry across the Bay of Fundy- another childhood name- for St. John, New Brunswick at Digby.  Then in a couple more days I’ll be back in the United States in Maine.  It will be sad to leave the Maritimes behind, but I’m excited by what lies ahead.

Lockeport, NS

Wheel full 70px What a beautiful spot for Saturday breakfast!


Wheel full 70px Behind me appears to be- and smells like, but that’s not a bad thing- a still operating fish cannery.  I hope so, because I’ve been through one community after another here where the working boats are all gone, replaced by quarter-million dollar sailboats and such.  Still pretty, but you know those boats aren’t owned by many local folks.

Wheel full 70px Times do change; I get that.  I don’t necessarily like it, but that’s the way it is.  I’ll have been privileged to to have visited Nova Scotia twice in my life.  Once 40 years ago, and again right now.    Few places I’ve been leave memories as deep and lasting.

Wheel full 70px I love it here, change and all.