Hollyhocks fall to the ground
at the festival
100 days of solitude
Today was the hundredth day since I handed over the keys to my apartment in Seattle and set off: homeless and filled with wanderlust. While I, of course, always intended to cross country at that point it was a journey without much of a goal. That is to say I figured I’d ride where the whims took me and if I stuck to the route great, but if something else came up, so be it. That wasn’t really how it played out, though the first month or so was more aimless and wandering. But by Montana I was petty locked into the Northern Tier. I also was feeling a bit overly disconnected from things – something I was seeking but I had limits. Frankly I missed NPR. So thinking back to a conversation I had with Shawn of the Urban Adventure League I bought a wind up radio. I wasn’t always able to tune in NPR but I was grateful when I could. Today the handle on that radio broke – just two days before the end. So it goes.
Bar Harbor Brewing's Tasting room
I spent the day today in Bar Harbor using the excellent free Island Explorer shuttle to get around. BH rather reminds me of Friday Harbor in the San Jaun Islands – if you could get to it via a bridge. That is to say its much larger but with just thet many more pubs, coffee shops, outfitters, bookstores, ice cream shops and those that specialize in tat. Everything is just packed with tourists too (yes including myself) – the shuttle was packed, the coffee shops had lines out the door and so on. I just wanted to sit with coffee and relax with the morning news. Instead I did some errands – found the bicycle shop where I’ll ship my bicycle home from and checked out the co-op. Finally things cleared out a bit and I spent the late morning at a bakery over coffee. The rest of the day I checked out the shops, the waterfront, the Village Green and drank beer. BH brewing has a free tasting room where you get tiny samples of the beer, the stout was the hands down winner IMO. The bartender gave me a tip on what bar had the most microbrews on tap, so for lunch I went to Blaze where I had a local cask conditioned IPA and wood fired pizza. So pretty much just took it easy and enjoyed a day off the bicycle. Though by the end of the day I have to admit I began to feel a real distance between myself and all of this. Just doesn’t really seem real. Perhaps if I was riding away from it all tomorrow…
seemingly out of step
gazing out at the fog –