Update: We’re home!

To anyone who isn’t aware, we all made it home via Metti’s car just a couple nights ago. The drive back took three days. I’ve finally been able to update my Strava, so anyone who cares to can check out my trip data here.

Life is again chaotic as I prep to take a trauma care course for my new job, search for an apartment and generally get back into the groove of life after touring. I’ll make every effort to finish the trip-worth of blog posts. I hope also to put together an excel sheet of mileage and stopover towns for my own knowledge and future baggers. Finally, I’d like to do a little “trip by the numbers” post regarding climbing, mileage and average distance.

Stay tuned for further posts!

ADK to VT

Day 93 – Newcomb, New York, to Middlebury, Vermont- 68.9 mi – Saturday, August 29, 2015

We woke up slowly to the noises of the campground after thinking it had rained all night. Devin and I both woke up hearing what sounded like rain drops landed on the canopy above us and were worried enough that we staked our our rain fly. We were surprised to find very little water on the ground. We don’t know what happened, but we were mostly dry. 

I went back to the post office for one last ditch effort at finding my charger. It hadn’t come in with the one shipment of mail the post office received. Bummer. A woman at the post office took another address for me and said she’d forward the mail to Portland, ME, for me to pick up there, presumably priority shipping. 

We rode the rest of the hills up and up and up, then down, then up and finally down in the valley of Ticonderoga. On the way, we stopped to check our directions at a lean-to across the street from a couple houses. A man pulled up in his car and said, “Can I… help you gentleman?” I was a little anxious since he seemed a little put off. We explained that we had just gotten internet and were wayfinding with it (as well as trying to find a Warmshowers host). He seemed relieved and went on to explain that someone had pooped in his driveway during a bicycle race and left toilet paper and all there. He explained that this had actually happened three times in the last two to three years. I guess he was worried that we were going to poop in his driveway. After discussing amongst ourselves, we think maybe a neighbor has it out for him and used the bike race as a cover. Weird. 

We ended with a breathtaking downhill into the valley where Ticonderoga is found. After a decent break at McDonald’s for internetting, we biked through town to the Ticonderoga ferry, just past Fort Ticonderoga. The ferry runs most of the day, so we rode it across after a short wait, then hit the beauty of Vermont. 

Our trip became much hillier, though were rolling through farmland and loads of apple orchards. Toward the evening, we came to the college town of Middlebury, a quaint town and the largest we’d seen during our time in Vermont. We stopped to check out some happenings in town and bought groceries and beer for dinner at our host’s house. We biked to the southeast of town, actually still on the Northern Tier route, and into our host’s driveway. Douglas and Johanna met us there with their dog and tortoiseshell cat. 

We made burgers and kebabs after setting up our tents. Johanna made blueberry pie, which was delectable. We were all pretty wiped out and wet to bed not much later. 

 

High peaks of the Adirondacks

  

yes

  

Enforcer or enforcee?

  

Old school church

  

Simple solution

 

Lovely lakes

Hello, everyone! I’m finally taking one of our last break days to try and catch up. We spent last night in Brunswick, Maine, just north of Portland, with a wonderful couple and their kiddos. Today is a break and a wait for Metti to arrive, then we’ll be heading north tomorrow to Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park! Thank you, everyone, for all the positive words after our success in riding coast to coast! I miss everyone and am excited to get back home at the end of this amazing journey. 

Day 92 – Blue Mountain Lake to Newcomb – 42.1 mi – Friday, August 28, 2015

We woke up to sun, a slight chill and the sound of some kind of noisy bird all over the forest. We could see them, but I never figured out what they were. I’ll have to go over my bird sounds mp3s. Jeremy was up first and I joined him on the footbridge to look out over the pond while we soaked up the sun. Once Devin was up, we packed all our things and made the hike back out of the forest. Long story short, we were not attacked by bears. The hike out was pleasant. 

In town, we stopped at the convenience store to get breakfast and coffee. We talked to a couple bikers (motorcyclists) with BMW bikes who had all sorts of questions about our trip. I have to say I really like the pseudo-camaraderie between bikers and cyclists. 

We also noted an unusually large number of cyclists out for a ride on a Friday morning. As we got riding, we found out we were overlapping with part of the Cycle Adirondacks week-long ride. We chatted with a few people but separated from them within ten miles. 

We rode up and over the first big pass of the east and descended into the rolling hills of the Adirondacks, riding along several lakeshore towns. An interesting thing I’ve noticed is that you can hit a town line miles and miles before you get to where the people live. When we made it to Newcomb, we rode for a ways to get through town. 

I had high hopes of finding my camera charger in Newcomb, but it hadn’t arrived at the post office. The office was right next to Lake Harris state park and campground, so we decided to stop early so we could check the post office the next day. 

The campground was pretty and packed with people. We looked for a lakeshore site but figured out we were better off at a different site. We went for a swim then biked into town for a pizza. After that, Devin headed back to the site, and Jeremy and I had a couple beers, then we biked back to the site and called it a night. 

 

A truly primitive campsite.

  

Rock Pond

  

Pond footbridge. Don’t fall off!

  

The end of the hike out. It was tough.

 

 

Cycle ADK had these bear signs all over.

  

Fitting, as the rest of this town seemed to be owned by one business.