Maine Photographs start on page 12 of Photos 2007
Monday June 25 we pulled into the drive. 17 days and 4,414 miles later we ended yet another expedition. The Blast once again held out, got me to
This is a plea to Ron Garrison's wife: Please let him have a bike!!Happy Trails, see you out on Centerville Road sometime!
Getting away from the
The ride into
We had a great visit with Mya & Jon. Amara and Tayani were sure happy to see Grandpa and gladly entertained us while we babysat that evening. Will miss them all very much.
Route 12 is an amazing ride. Sand dunes, beaches, tiny fishing villages. The
While grabbing grub we met Stephen Diaz from
Steve – we hope the rest of your journey was safe and enjoyable. Look forward to hooking up when you return to
While on the ferry we also met Dennis Eason and Jon Wynn. Thanks for helping pass the time away and putting up with my endless chatter about motorcycles. Jon – we wanna know when you get that FJR!
Further south in
I believe you could visibly see my disappointment when I discovered the jet skis were not for rent. More and more people began to filter into the pool area, laughing, drinking and generally just having a great time. We eventually struck up a conversation. Turns out they owned the water scooters. To our amazement they told us of their journey. They had ridden those scooters over 150 miles to
Hey ya’ll – it was great meeting you, chatting with you and learning of your escapades. Maybe we can ride up one year and join you on a tour.
We made a little side trip out to
Now, all we have to do is start thinking about where we are headed next year…
Happy Trails to all, The Magster
I don’t even know where to
begin. We have covered so many roads and
seen so much. We made our way from
Even though the signs were everywhere warning us of “Moose Crossings” – we did not have any close encounters. Which is surprising, since if anyone knows me well enough they know I always seem to have animal encounters.
We did run into a group out for a ride that did see moose, had the pictures to prove it. I will call them the “Moose Group” – look for their picture in the photo album.
Moose Group – it was nice having a little chat with you. Hope you enjoyed your “cool beverage”. Thanks for the Ride Maine book – it was great reading and gave us options for the road ahead.
We hung out in
Bar Harbour was very nice but we
wanted to enjoy a little of the local flavour rather than the tourist kind of
joint. We headed inland and found a
lobster pot on the edge of the
As soon as I took my helmet off I heard the unmistakable sound of bagpipes. Sure enough out on a rock ledge that jutted into the bay stood a man, dressed in a highland kilt – playing. The sound of his bagpipes will continue to echo in our minds as we make our way south. We don’t know why he was playing, maybe to honor those who never returned from sea, maybe in homage to the sea itself. No matter what the reason, it was most impressive.
Just as impressive was the sight
that next beheld my eyes. Thumper had ridden over 2,000 miles to
We left Bar Harbour on US 1 heading south.
Along the way we passed through
Tonia & Kevin, Whit & Kim – be sure to check out the boats pics – we took them just for you. Also threw in a picture of an old & new bridge for you Trent.
Hello to Marisol, Bobby in the Dale, Amy, Jameson, Bobby, Seka, Phil, Mya, Jon, Amara, Tayani, Khris, Toshia, Matt & Hunter. Hi Mom, Dad & Donna, Sherrie, Eric, Jonathan, Elainnie, Bruce & Barb, Chelsea, Kyle, Mike, Karen & Ryan I hope not to have missed anyone…
The rains have threatened and we
have sought shelter in
Happy Trails – Mags
WOW – how do I even begin. The journey to
Somewhere along the way we
stopped for a cold beverage at Piggy’s Club in
Our journey then continued to the north.
Close your eyes for just a minute – think about a line of young men – marching south. They are strong, dressed in the best of military garb and unsure of their destination.. But one thing they are sure of – their beliefs. At the same time a similar group of men are marching in the opposite direction. With beliefs of their own and pure determination they march north – and right into the battlefields of history.
We took the same route these brave young men marched – Hwy 11. This road meanders north to south along the same route soldiers marched during the civil war. Reminders are everywhere and you feel a part of history as you ride along this historic route. Battlefield markers, towns founded and built in the 1700’s. History if everywhere. An incredible ride.
When I think of
However the west part of
After a long day on the road we
For two days we were treated to first class service. A warm bed, great meals, ice cream and warm camp fires. A paddle around the lake and great company – we couldn’t have asked for more.
Don’t miss the pictures of the cabins and Rick’s beautiful flowers.
This morning we had a great breakfast
at the Red Store at
Along the way we met Michael “Angel
Mike” and Dougie, They are from
We stopped briefly for sandwiches
at the Vermont Sandwich Shop and then ended our ride at
Tomorrow we head towards
Thanks to Steve & Janet for a great stay in the cabin.
Hi Dad, Donna – miss you.
Mom, Sherrie, Eric, Bruce, Barb, Mike, Karen….miss you all.
Hello back home to Tonia and Kevin, Amy & Jameson who are taking care of Bonnie & Clyde.
Hi to Trent & Marisol, Bobbie and Seka, Bobbie In The Dale, Jeff, Whit & Kim – see you all soon.
Highway 221 – a dream road for a
motorcycle enthusiast. Wide sweeping
curves mixed with hairpin corners.
Picking up from where we left off last night in
HWY 11 takes us into the town of
Tomorrow we continue on HWY 11 –
hopefully finding the Susquehanna Trail – the area where 11 travels along the
Don’t know how long it will take us to get there or ride along it – so will let you know tomorrow where we are.
Hello to Tim and Chris from
The road to nowhere. Well not exactly. We did finally make it to
This morning we picked up 441 out
221 is a tough road to stay
on. Especially if you are enjoying the
ride so much you miss the turns. The
small towns were picturesque and historical.
She sold her HD Fat Boy so that she could open The Broad Street Bistro and I think it will pay off. She has a great menu and took great care to decorate the place herself. Keeping with the “old town” feel mixed with a little of her biker heritage, it makes for a great place to stop and have a cold one.
Thanks Connie for the great lunch and company.
On down the road we finally wound
Tomorrow? Heck, who knows. Hopefully we are headed towards