No more hotels 

10/5 74 miles from Bath ME to Belfast/Searsport ME. Great color and great weather.

I continue to upgrade my accommodations with Mike gone. (He’s on antibiotics now and slowly getting better.)

My breakfast this morning at the lovely Pryor House in Bath Maine. Gwenda Pryor made this outstanding meal and while I was woofing it done we talked about her thoughts about riding cross country. Gwenda you should do it.

And this is a few shots of my last hotel of the trip. Sorry Mike, finally a view of the Ocean. I was stuck for food tonight as I was going to walk to the only restaurant near by called Ming’s ( my guess is that its Chinese food). Sitting on the Ocean but no sea food for me.

My next door neighbors at the Hotel have a beautiful rescued black lab so of course I couldn’t t resist visiting a little.  We talked about the bike trip and dogs.  A little while latter Bill knocked on my door and asked if I would like a ride to a seafood restaurant 5 miles away. Of course I went.

Phyllis and Bill Williams SOTD. Saints of the day. Great and interesting people who live in the Finger Lakes region of NY.  And as a bonus Bill builds wood strip canoes and has done a 400 mile paddling trip at 40 miles per day.  And for Christ Sake they also paid for my beer and Fried Clam dinner.  “It doesn’t get any better than this. It could but it don’t” (A quote from Rick Lorenzen’s Cousin Mike)

So many of our stories came from the Hotels we stayed in and thier owners. They gave us free homemade food, rescued us from Mountains, shipped bikes, did laundry, gave us cheese curds to take on the ride, made breakfast unusually early, and generally saved our asses.  Some also greeted us like a mumbling shirtless Jesse Ventura, while pulling up his shorts that were falling down, some said thier dryers didn’t work, some were not allowed to see thier Granddaughters because they voted for Trump. Overall these small hotel owners went way beyond what I would ever expect.

I keep commenting on the hills in Maine. Either I’m tired or this really is the hilliest State.

These are shots of the Camden Hills. I guess they have high standards for Mountains in this state.

I had to include a few boat photos since I finally made it to the coast.  Tomorrow is a big day and will reflect more later.

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Kevin Shriver

I like to see the weird stuff and write about it. Only people who know me will laugh.

5 thoughts on “No more hotels ”

  1. Glad to see that you’re hitting some high notes as you wind up your ride, Kevin. I’ve been keeping up with the elevation maps along the final miles of the route. You deserve a very large beer.

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  3. Well done, Kevin. Throughout your epic journey, I have begun each day reading your blog which has marvelously allowed me to share the experience with you and your three amigos (or domestiques). Your next retirement challenge is to do it again in 2018 – but from east to west. You can revisit all the excellent accommodations in Montana and North Dakota. Or if you prefer you and Sarah can launch a canoe below Lock and Dam #1 and paddle down to New Orleans.
    Bill Hay

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  4. Stunningly beautiful fall colors—happy that the wall rides up have proven worth it! And when this is all done you have to tell us what the least must pack stuff is so we leave all the rest behind. Everybody you bike with seems to ship stuff home. Less is more !
    We love your stories of the people you have met along the way.

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