2 Weeks in the Northeast – Day 9

Day 9 – June 30th, 2019 – Lincoln, New Hampshire to Bar Harbor, Maine: ~250 miles

My life is complete – Baby Jack gets recognized!

Missed Day 8? – Day 8 – June 29th, 2019 – Canton, New York to Lincoln, New Hampshire: ~250 miles

Obviously this has nothing to do with the trip seeing as we were riding in the summer, but we both just wanted to with you a Merry Christmas…ya filthy animals. Thanks for supporting Bike-urious!

Alright, back to the action!

The motel we stayed in last night let me park in the central patio area to keep the bike out of the elements. This also made for convenient saddlebag loading.

We were hoping for clearer skies this morning, but I still couldn’t help but admire the scenery.

“Hundreds of Collisions” is a little too vague for me. But it’s still good advice.

One of my personal highlights for this trip was riding up to the top of Mt. Washington. I grew up just three hours from it but my parents weren’t really into this kind of thing, so I was looking forward to finally checking it off my list.

Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t cooperating. As you can (or rather can’t) see, the top of the mountain was enveloped in clouds. The gate attendant specifically wasn’t allowing motorcycles to go through (cars were fine), and she told Vy and I to come back in 90 minutes to see if the weather was any better.

We didn’t have anywhere else to go, so we posted up at the nearby Glen House to wait out the weather. I loved this photo in the lobby of a Jaguar racing up the mountain.

Vy got some hot chocolate to warm up with.

I went in a different direction and enjoyed a local brew.

Time served, we went back to the gate and were told that the weather had become worse. Unfortunately, motorcycles wouldn’t be allowed on the mountain for the rest of the day. Vy felt horrible and suggested that we stay in the area for another day to try again tomorrow, but I already felt like the rest of our trip schedule was packed too tight so we made the heartbreaking decision to move on. Mt. Washington: 1, Abhi: 0.

Spotted a late 40s/early 50s Chevrolet Deluxe that was starting to become part of the landscape.

It wasn’t on private property as far as I could tell, so I was very curious to know how it got there and how long it’s been sitting.

As you can imagine, I wasn’t able to deduce either of those things, so we continued on into Maine.

Vy’s go-to travel purse is from L.L. Bean, so we had to pull over when we rode through their birthplace.

Bryant Pond, Maine is home to “the world’s largest telephone.” It commemorates the fact that this town was the last in America to use “hand-cranked” phones…up until 1983. The statue is 14 feet tall and it was revealed in October of 2008.

This dog looks like he’s about to pop this CR-V in reverse and get out of here.

Apparently, Maine has a whole bunch of cities that are named after countries. Why? Here’s some theories.

Indeed – it was a balmy 50 degrees and drizzling.

Embracing the stereotype.

Apparently the “lobstah” got stuck in our minds, because we decided to stop at the Eagle’s Nest for lunch.

It came recommended in Vy’s Lonely Planet book, and it was one of the best lobster rolls I’ve ever had. I wish I was back there right now, frankly.

When Vy and I go on these trips, the only hotel we plan in advance is the first night after flying in. It can sometimes be stressful when you need to find a place each night, but the flip side is that sometimes you get amazing deals when a hotel isn’t full and wants to just sell a room. That’s what happend at the The Inn on Mount Desert, a fantastic spot that had one room available for half the usual rate.

We spent about 10 minutes checking in and then unloading up front, then parked the bike in the back for the night. Yet those 10 minutes were enough to make my day…

…because a few minutes later, I got this email from someone I had never met before:

Thanks to Pat K. for making my day!

I offered to buy Pat a beer but his group was dead tired after a long day of hiking. So Vy and I explored Bar Harbor (or as Vy kept calling it, “Bah Hah-bah”), and lobsters kept following us.