1) Why all the 'shoulder' talk?
The size (width) , material (cement, gravel, dirt, pebbles, grass, etc), rumble-strip or not, and weather, too, are all factors of a shoulder that contribute to my day in a large way. If I have no shoulder, it's raining, and the dirt is wet, this all creates a slow pace. Even to the point of hopping on the highway depending on cars. If I have a wide, smooth shoulder, it's sure easier to move down the road. These things factor into effort of work, ease of day, and affects my mood as well. The shoulder attributes are unpredictable. One minute it's wonderful and great, then all of sudden....it's gone, and your left to navigate it regardless. Sometimes it varies by county, by town, or some random reason I'm not able to comprehend. I appreciate a nice shoulder, and when there's not one, it makes me wonder if people didn't pay their taxes?!
2) Do you mind the rain?
Why yes I do. Some days I tolerate it better than others. It creates more work all the way around. I have to prepare my cart so that everything that shouldn't get wet doesn't. And vise versa. I don't keep my cart that way all the time. Some things I always want easy access to, so if rain is possible, I will move things around a bit. The thing about rain is, when will it stop that day? Will it get worse? It's hard to check your phone in the rain for weather updates. My phone doesn't like being damp for hours on end. For rain days, I have a Tupperware container with rice in it. I will place my phone in it, and that helps with chronic phone wetness. I call it my Rice Box. You probably know I also have a large plastic container in my cart (My Dry Box) for clothes, my sleeping bag, and other things that need to remain dry. Rain is a part of this journey. The unpredictability of it is part of this process. I tackle it the best I can when it happens. The most important factor of rain, for me, is it's either 1) Good rain: Warm, hopefully not storming, or 2) Bad rain: Cold and rainy. Any variation of that. Cold and wet is bad, bad, bad.
3) Why blog?
For others to come along with me on this journey. Initially, it was for my family to know I'm okay and how my day/night went. And then I realized other people might want to check it out too, to see what it's like out here. But really, it's for my Dad and Mom, who worrry about their baby. Otherwise, my Dad would be sending me emails that go like this:
6:45 am email: Doing okay, Cyn? Sleep well?
7:01 am email: No bears last night, right? Hope you have a good day!
7:06 am email: Haven't heard from you. Making it okay?????
7:12 am email: Cyn?????????
And then also envision some silent, random letter q(s) mixed in all that. I love my mom and dad. My dad would be out here with me if mom would let him. Wait, mom would let him......but he'd be afraid she would have too much fun with him being gone. I'm so blessed they follow me along my journey and support me 110%!! Also, a big Hello to my sweet in-laws, Max and Carol. Thanks for your calls to check on me.
By the way, more rain is forecasted for tonight,
Cyndi
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Night 11 - Campground Fun
Things are hopping around here at the Camden Hill State Park Campground. In my huge RV spot, little me sits on the picnic table. I piddle around, reminiscing about the many times I camped with my family as a child. The campground is just about full, and people are setting up for their weekend stay. I eat some bean dip on a tortilla (one of my cart favorites), and fill up all my water bottles with the water here in my designated spot. I have electricity, so I start charging my devices (phone, blinking light for the morning fog again, etc), and gather my things for a shower. The bathhouse here is as you'd expect it to be for a state park, but slightly better. I greatly enjoyed the shower, and then brushed my teeth. Life is good. As I walk back and forth from the bathhouse, people say Hello, are roasting marshmallows, kids are riding their bikes. Who needs those fancy Inn's down on the water. Well, they are nice. I get back to #55 and begin unpacking my sleeping bag, bivy sack, and little Walmart $2.79 pillow, which I love. I roll my yoga mat on the picnic table and set up my sleeping bag inside my bivy sack. Turns out, rain is now a possibility, and fog for sure. The kind of fog that seems like your in a rain cloud. My bivy sack is what I use to keep the wetness off my sleeping bag. I have a tarp too, and will getvthat out soon. I read awhile, relax, talk with David, talk with my sweet inlaws, Max and Carol. Just regular stuff. As I'm settling in, my neighbors in their super-fancy RV (of which I'm coveting) comes out to walk their dog. We say Hello and start a conversation. It goes like this. "We had a bet about you. I thought you were hiking, and he says you were running.". They proceed to tell me I've been the topic of their conversation, and entertainment, since I "rolled" into spot #55. Sue and Richard. Fairly new RV-ers. And they did it right, as their big rig is a house. They invite me in to show me around, and I meet their two cats and a dog. They ask questions, and tell me about themselves, as they insist I sit down. Leather couch, marble floors, fireplace, and a refrigerator bigger than the one I have at home. We chat, and I really enjoyed them! They said that they didn't like me sleeping "out in the open" on the picnic table, and that I (and John) could sleep in their reclining lawn chairs. They are under the awning (of their RV), so if it rains, no problem. Okay then. And we shall. I'm feeling safer by the minute. John arrived earlier than usual, and I showed him where the bathhouse was, as well as our just-made new sleeping arrangements. He's very satisfied with that idea.
I get ready for bed, put my sleeping bag/bivy sack in the chair, and recline. I've never slept in one of these!
In the early morning hours, rain begins around 2am. The awning of their RV is our lifesaver. From 2-5 am it rains. It's good sleeping, as the temperature is around 57 degrees. The reclining chair has been wonderful, and certainly a blessing. It's now 5:30 am, and sprinkling. It's a good time to get ready to go. So I'm off to the bathhouse to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then it's time to fight that non-existent shoulder. Hopefully the traffic won't be too bad. But this is a high tourist area, so we'll see what this day brings. I look forward to it!
More later, as this rain will have my phone tucked away in my cart.
Happy Camping,
Cyndi
I get ready for bed, put my sleeping bag/bivy sack in the chair, and recline. I've never slept in one of these!
In the early morning hours, rain begins around 2am. The awning of their RV is our lifesaver. From 2-5 am it rains. It's good sleeping, as the temperature is around 57 degrees. The reclining chair has been wonderful, and certainly a blessing. It's now 5:30 am, and sprinkling. It's a good time to get ready to go. So I'm off to the bathhouse to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then it's time to fight that non-existent shoulder. Hopefully the traffic won't be too bad. But this is a high tourist area, so we'll see what this day brings. I look forward to it!
More later, as this rain will have my phone tucked away in my cart.
Happy Camping,
Cyndi
Friday, August 11, 2017
Day 11 - So very grateful
Do you ever wake up and just know it's going to be a good day? I awoke refreshed and ready to tackle my day. The Spring Fountain motel was okay, and certainly gave me a nice break, and time to relax. And I did! The morning started with a banana and peanut butter. The good peanut butter that David included in my care package that I received yesterday. So yummy! I packed up my cart and met John out front. We pow-wow'd and decided it's best to try to get to the Camden Hills State Park, about 36 miles. The potential problem is that it's Friday, and the weekend crowd wants to get there too. I called to make a reservation, but it was first come, first serve. So, I decided to make it my mission to focus on getting there and seeing if I could grab a camping spot, before they are all gone.
I started down the road and noticed a difference in how I feel. I'm beginning to bounce back, and not feel quite as fatigued. I don't know how long it will last, but I'm happy to feel a little more pep in my step. I move down the road with plenty of supplies in my cart. I've got lots of food from David's care package, and all 4 drink containers full. I can go for awhile with stopping for anything, which always saves time. Within a few miles, I pass a few cyclists. It's always enjoyable to see other folks out here doing similar trips, for fun.
I start thinking about my feet. I've used a different tactic this time. I use less bandaids, and instead, cover (tape) over my problem areas (with the paper tape). I learned this awhile back from a Ultra running phenomenon, Don Winkley. He's in his 70's now, and his legs are 'cut' like a 20 year old. He's done so many races in his life, I cannot even begin to list them all. But he and I did the Rouge/Orleans 126.2 race a few years back. David had agreed to crew us, and you start the race on Friday night at 8 pm. They do that so you have to run 2 full nights to finish the race. Tricky. In order to prevent blisters, Don had a 'system' that he uses, and wanted to also fix my feet the same way. So what Don did for me was to first wash my feet, rinse them with rubbing alcohol, then used paper tape to wrap every toe, around my heels, and up the back of my ankle, to get all the possible rubbing spots covered. I was curious to see how that would work for me. 30-something hours later (or was it 40 hrs, I don't remember) I finished the race with zero blisters. I had run from Baton Rouge to New Orleans on the Mississippi levy, and lived through it. (Thank you David, I still owe you for that one!) Don is a long time Ultra runner, and a legend whose done it all. I have learned a lot from him. This brings me to the Ultra World in general. It's a community of people who I constantly learn from. There's so many endurance race options for mileage over a marathon. My running partner on this trip is someone I met years ago on my first multi-day race. The Vol State Race. It's a race across Tennessee (hence, The Volunteer State) that includes 314 miles to be finished within 10 days. It's a go-on-your-own, crewed or uncrewed, fun and fabulous race. I've done it a few times now, and John does it every year. So who is John? He's a Ultra runner from Virginia Beach, retired, a running coach and endurance guru. He's not as fast as he once was, but he's a machine. He just keeps going. He knows the road rules like the back of his hand (which highways allow what, etc), what he needs to survive, and thinks of every detail. He's a great partner to have on a US crossing. We each go our own pace during the day, and communicate by text throughout the day. We get to the same place at night, and then meet every morning to talk about what the plans are for the day. He usually plans a lot of the route, but sometimes I do. We just ebb and flow and get it done. We bounce ideas off each other, and make sure the other is okay throughout the day. It's like a brother and sister relationship. We bicker here and there, but always have each other's back.
What I notice immediately as the day begins is the terrain. The ups and downs are not as steep. Oh, thank goodness. I'm going to catch a break! It helped me to move just a hair faster - or should I say easier - down the lovely shoulder provided. I'm focused, not opening up myself to talk much to others along the way. I'm on a mission to get to Camden Hills State Park. No blogging, no distractions. Of course I did get to talk to David and Lauren to check on them. They are busy busy, and happy. All's well.
I know I keep saying this, but the scenery is spectacular. Especially today! I'm cruising down the Atlantic Coast highway, Route 1, of course, and the breeze is cool, but not too cool. The views through the trees of the Atlantic Ocean are indescribable. The scenic overlooks cannot be passed up. Gorgeous, phenomenal and majestic. My eyes can't take it all in. I stop to take pictures. The pictures don't do it justice. I look around, staying in the moment, being mindful of what's around me. The beauty of it all. This has to be the best day for me, enjoyment-wise. I did eventually get to steeper hills, and lost my shoulder. So the off-and-on on the highway ensued - for miles. (That will wear you out.) But I made it!
I pulled into the State Park, went up to the 'Camping Check-In" area, and told the lady my story. As brief as possible. She remembered me, as I had called earlier and explained my predicament, that I'm trying to get there in time to "get a spot for camping". She offered me a RV spot with (drinking) water, electricity and wifi. Yes! Sounds perfect! I pay my 25.00 (John will also need to pay 25.00 for the extra person, as she's using the RV spot as a camp spot for us.) That's a deal!! I get my little card that should on my rear view mirror, my State Park map, and I'm off to my spot. Oh, it's right here. #55, and right by her little office. I push my cart to my spot, in between all the big RV's. I fill my water bottles up, I start charging my devices, and now it's time to go shower! Yip-ee! It's going to be a cold night, and there's no overhead coverage for me, so preparations for that are a little different. You don't want to wake up covered in condensation/dew.....all cold AND wet. Be prepared. I'll get my tarp out tonight. I feel so very grateful to be healthy enough to make this journey. I've spoke to several people along the way today, who ask many questions. How long will this take you? I answer, "Hopefully around 2-3 months". The guy checked his watch, looked back up at me and said,"I don't think your going to make that.". He may be right, who knows. That's my plan! Another guy inquires about my journey, and asks my age. I'm not sure what he was getting at, but I just smile. Gotta do this while I can! I love talking to people along the way. They are so confused by me, concerned for me, and just downright curious. One question leads to the next. I love answering them all. But I do need to go get a campsite, too. It's finding balance to enjoy the journey along the way. These people are ALL so nice. It's definitely one of my favorite parts. I could talk to them all day. And they love their place here in Maine.
I'm grateful for a place to lay my head tonight. For a shower. For my food and water. For meeting all these great people.
I hope your Friday night finds you just as happy as I am.
Full of gratitude,
Cyndi
I started down the road and noticed a difference in how I feel. I'm beginning to bounce back, and not feel quite as fatigued. I don't know how long it will last, but I'm happy to feel a little more pep in my step. I move down the road with plenty of supplies in my cart. I've got lots of food from David's care package, and all 4 drink containers full. I can go for awhile with stopping for anything, which always saves time. Within a few miles, I pass a few cyclists. It's always enjoyable to see other folks out here doing similar trips, for fun.
I start thinking about my feet. I've used a different tactic this time. I use less bandaids, and instead, cover (tape) over my problem areas (with the paper tape). I learned this awhile back from a Ultra running phenomenon, Don Winkley. He's in his 70's now, and his legs are 'cut' like a 20 year old. He's done so many races in his life, I cannot even begin to list them all. But he and I did the Rouge/Orleans 126.2 race a few years back. David had agreed to crew us, and you start the race on Friday night at 8 pm. They do that so you have to run 2 full nights to finish the race. Tricky. In order to prevent blisters, Don had a 'system' that he uses, and wanted to also fix my feet the same way. So what Don did for me was to first wash my feet, rinse them with rubbing alcohol, then used paper tape to wrap every toe, around my heels, and up the back of my ankle, to get all the possible rubbing spots covered. I was curious to see how that would work for me. 30-something hours later (or was it 40 hrs, I don't remember) I finished the race with zero blisters. I had run from Baton Rouge to New Orleans on the Mississippi levy, and lived through it. (Thank you David, I still owe you for that one!) Don is a long time Ultra runner, and a legend whose done it all. I have learned a lot from him. This brings me to the Ultra World in general. It's a community of people who I constantly learn from. There's so many endurance race options for mileage over a marathon. My running partner on this trip is someone I met years ago on my first multi-day race. The Vol State Race. It's a race across Tennessee (hence, The Volunteer State) that includes 314 miles to be finished within 10 days. It's a go-on-your-own, crewed or uncrewed, fun and fabulous race. I've done it a few times now, and John does it every year. So who is John? He's a Ultra runner from Virginia Beach, retired, a running coach and endurance guru. He's not as fast as he once was, but he's a machine. He just keeps going. He knows the road rules like the back of his hand (which highways allow what, etc), what he needs to survive, and thinks of every detail. He's a great partner to have on a US crossing. We each go our own pace during the day, and communicate by text throughout the day. We get to the same place at night, and then meet every morning to talk about what the plans are for the day. He usually plans a lot of the route, but sometimes I do. We just ebb and flow and get it done. We bounce ideas off each other, and make sure the other is okay throughout the day. It's like a brother and sister relationship. We bicker here and there, but always have each other's back.
What I notice immediately as the day begins is the terrain. The ups and downs are not as steep. Oh, thank goodness. I'm going to catch a break! It helped me to move just a hair faster - or should I say easier - down the lovely shoulder provided. I'm focused, not opening up myself to talk much to others along the way. I'm on a mission to get to Camden Hills State Park. No blogging, no distractions. Of course I did get to talk to David and Lauren to check on them. They are busy busy, and happy. All's well.
I know I keep saying this, but the scenery is spectacular. Especially today! I'm cruising down the Atlantic Coast highway, Route 1, of course, and the breeze is cool, but not too cool. The views through the trees of the Atlantic Ocean are indescribable. The scenic overlooks cannot be passed up. Gorgeous, phenomenal and majestic. My eyes can't take it all in. I stop to take pictures. The pictures don't do it justice. I look around, staying in the moment, being mindful of what's around me. The beauty of it all. This has to be the best day for me, enjoyment-wise. I did eventually get to steeper hills, and lost my shoulder. So the off-and-on on the highway ensued - for miles. (That will wear you out.) But I made it!
I pulled into the State Park, went up to the 'Camping Check-In" area, and told the lady my story. As brief as possible. She remembered me, as I had called earlier and explained my predicament, that I'm trying to get there in time to "get a spot for camping". She offered me a RV spot with (drinking) water, electricity and wifi. Yes! Sounds perfect! I pay my 25.00 (John will also need to pay 25.00 for the extra person, as she's using the RV spot as a camp spot for us.) That's a deal!! I get my little card that should on my rear view mirror, my State Park map, and I'm off to my spot. Oh, it's right here. #55, and right by her little office. I push my cart to my spot, in between all the big RV's. I fill my water bottles up, I start charging my devices, and now it's time to go shower! Yip-ee! It's going to be a cold night, and there's no overhead coverage for me, so preparations for that are a little different. You don't want to wake up covered in condensation/dew.....all cold AND wet. Be prepared. I'll get my tarp out tonight. I feel so very grateful to be healthy enough to make this journey. I've spoke to several people along the way today, who ask many questions. How long will this take you? I answer, "Hopefully around 2-3 months". The guy checked his watch, looked back up at me and said,"I don't think your going to make that.". He may be right, who knows. That's my plan! Another guy inquires about my journey, and asks my age. I'm not sure what he was getting at, but I just smile. Gotta do this while I can! I love talking to people along the way. They are so confused by me, concerned for me, and just downright curious. One question leads to the next. I love answering them all. But I do need to go get a campsite, too. It's finding balance to enjoy the journey along the way. These people are ALL so nice. It's definitely one of my favorite parts. I could talk to them all day. And they love their place here in Maine.
I'm grateful for a place to lay my head tonight. For a shower. For my food and water. For meeting all these great people.
I hope your Friday night finds you just as happy as I am.
Full of gratitude,
Cyndi
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Night 10 - Relaxing
The road from Hancock to Bucksport was smooth, with a generous shoulder. These are two of my favorite things on the road. Add in the mountains today, and the ups and downs kept coming. The beauty, the water, the weather and availability of supplies made the difficult terrain a little better. Plus, I knew I'd be getting to a motel to really be able to relax. I don't know that I could do that again. You know, last night. I thought about it today, on the road, about my prior nights experience. How do you just go in somewhere, in another house, and sleep?! That doesn't even make sense. But somehow that occurred through a series of events. I'll could call it miscalculations, poor judgment, or even "devious". Yet, it was there, just waiting for me, as if I was lead there. How else would I know? I'm telling you, I can't make this stuff up. I hardly believe it myself.
But tonight is different! (Yes Brooke, I checked into the motel, and did not slip by a maid and tell her it was my room, or something like that.) I got my room key, and went directly to shower. I wear so much sunscreen I'm like a oil slick. As I'm showering, I hear the motel phone ringing. That's odd. I'm trying to wash my clothes in the shower....maybe the Office guy is calling to tell me I'm using too much water. Oh dear, am I paranoid now or what. I finish, get out of the shower, and call him back. He was calling to say I had a Fed X package just delivered downstairs. Oh goodie! Maybe Altra has miraculously sent me a new pair of running shoes?! It was better than that! The return address was of David, my sweetie I left behind to care for himself and the farm. The Office guy, and his side kick helper, James, wanted me to open it there and see what had been sent. They're so funny. I opened it and started pulling out all the goodies: cookies, a can of icing, a jar of peanut butter, cliff bars, granola, nuts and more! Their eyes were so big! I immediately offered any of it to them, but sadness shown in their faces, and they both said they were diabetic, and it's best not have any of it. The fun was over there, so I packed my treats back up and went back to my room. I ate the nuts first, as they were coated in some kind of sugary sweetness. Yum! I better go have dinner before I put myself into a diabetic coma with all this sugar.
I hung my wet/damp clothes up I had washed (which I'm an expert at), and knew there was a subway sandwich place just down the way. Quick and easy - so I can enjoy some time in my motel room relaxing and doing some yoga.
That was it for my evening, as today was all quiet for me on the road. I did call the sweet couple who offered their place/or a shower, when I went through Ellsworth. I told them thanks so much, but I would not need to stop there. They are so cute and nice, a young adventurous couple. They'll get that AT done in no time, I bet.
I've been in Blueberry Land for awhile now. And finally came across just the place I wanted to stop to buy some blueberries. It's was a fancy decked out garage, with heavy plastic leuvers hanging down like a wall that's really a door. Behind that clear plastic were people (over the age of 75) working that conveyer belt of blueberries. Sorting, tossing, organizing them. It was fun to watch! I haven't seen this before. I hope those older people were okay with that work. And not held against their will. They were busy bees buzzing around doing their thing. I should get out more and see things. I got a pint of fresh blueberries for $3.50 that will last me a week.
I will say I saw more cyclists today than any other day yet. They are biking Route 1 like I am walk/running it. They are coming toward me as they move with traffic. They are on their touring bikes, all loaded up with their supplies, and I know it's heavy. They inspire me! I was especially moved by seeing a group of 10 cyclists, ranging in age from 13-16 years old, in single file, churning up one of those mountains. They could not even hardly say Hi, as they were spinning it out in granny gear (we call it) to get up to the top. The last guy in the group was an adult, who just smiled and knew he was killing those young boys. I think he laughed a little when he went by me. Maybe a Boy Scout group adventure? Not sure, but their moms would have been proud. I was proud of them! Every time I was pushing my cart up today, I thought of them. Patiently getting the job done. Impressive. I've had a lot of time to think today, as the road was quiet for me, in a way, even though there was traffic flying by me. I was looking inward most all day. Thinking. Truly moving meditation.
My care package sure brightened my day! It was like a ray of sunshine, just like my husband. I also got to talk to Lauren, as she will fly out tomorrow to go see her good friend Mattie, for a weekend getaway.
I'm actually not sure what tomorrow holds. I'm traveling to areas highly populated with vacationers. I'm thinking about camping at Camden Hills State Park. I'll call them when I'm out on the road tomorrow and check them out. There's lots of options out there in Camden and Rockport, especially if your willing to dish out the $$$.
So we will see what happens.
TGIF tomorrow,
Cyndi
But tonight is different! (Yes Brooke, I checked into the motel, and did not slip by a maid and tell her it was my room, or something like that.) I got my room key, and went directly to shower. I wear so much sunscreen I'm like a oil slick. As I'm showering, I hear the motel phone ringing. That's odd. I'm trying to wash my clothes in the shower....maybe the Office guy is calling to tell me I'm using too much water. Oh dear, am I paranoid now or what. I finish, get out of the shower, and call him back. He was calling to say I had a Fed X package just delivered downstairs. Oh goodie! Maybe Altra has miraculously sent me a new pair of running shoes?! It was better than that! The return address was of David, my sweetie I left behind to care for himself and the farm. The Office guy, and his side kick helper, James, wanted me to open it there and see what had been sent. They're so funny. I opened it and started pulling out all the goodies: cookies, a can of icing, a jar of peanut butter, cliff bars, granola, nuts and more! Their eyes were so big! I immediately offered any of it to them, but sadness shown in their faces, and they both said they were diabetic, and it's best not have any of it. The fun was over there, so I packed my treats back up and went back to my room. I ate the nuts first, as they were coated in some kind of sugary sweetness. Yum! I better go have dinner before I put myself into a diabetic coma with all this sugar.
I hung my wet/damp clothes up I had washed (which I'm an expert at), and knew there was a subway sandwich place just down the way. Quick and easy - so I can enjoy some time in my motel room relaxing and doing some yoga.
That was it for my evening, as today was all quiet for me on the road. I did call the sweet couple who offered their place/or a shower, when I went through Ellsworth. I told them thanks so much, but I would not need to stop there. They are so cute and nice, a young adventurous couple. They'll get that AT done in no time, I bet.
I've been in Blueberry Land for awhile now. And finally came across just the place I wanted to stop to buy some blueberries. It's was a fancy decked out garage, with heavy plastic leuvers hanging down like a wall that's really a door. Behind that clear plastic were people (over the age of 75) working that conveyer belt of blueberries. Sorting, tossing, organizing them. It was fun to watch! I haven't seen this before. I hope those older people were okay with that work. And not held against their will. They were busy bees buzzing around doing their thing. I should get out more and see things. I got a pint of fresh blueberries for $3.50 that will last me a week.
I will say I saw more cyclists today than any other day yet. They are biking Route 1 like I am walk/running it. They are coming toward me as they move with traffic. They are on their touring bikes, all loaded up with their supplies, and I know it's heavy. They inspire me! I was especially moved by seeing a group of 10 cyclists, ranging in age from 13-16 years old, in single file, churning up one of those mountains. They could not even hardly say Hi, as they were spinning it out in granny gear (we call it) to get up to the top. The last guy in the group was an adult, who just smiled and knew he was killing those young boys. I think he laughed a little when he went by me. Maybe a Boy Scout group adventure? Not sure, but their moms would have been proud. I was proud of them! Every time I was pushing my cart up today, I thought of them. Patiently getting the job done. Impressive. I've had a lot of time to think today, as the road was quiet for me, in a way, even though there was traffic flying by me. I was looking inward most all day. Thinking. Truly moving meditation.
My care package sure brightened my day! It was like a ray of sunshine, just like my husband. I also got to talk to Lauren, as she will fly out tomorrow to go see her good friend Mattie, for a weekend getaway.
I'm actually not sure what tomorrow holds. I'm traveling to areas highly populated with vacationers. I'm thinking about camping at Camden Hills State Park. I'll call them when I'm out on the road tomorrow and check them out. There's lots of options out there in Camden and Rockport, especially if your willing to dish out the $$$.
So we will see what happens.
TGIF tomorrow,
Cyndi
Goldilocks
I awoke to my alarm going off, and John says, "Stay down, I think the SWAT Team has surrounded the house". Insert Dream Squence: So, last night, I had a minute to read and relax on the porch I picked as our sleeping spot. It's a well concealed porch, and now the sun is setting. I pull out my sleeping bag, and snuggle in. Yes, I did charge my phone for awhile, inside the unlocked house, and all is well. I lay my head down and fall asleep. I awaken to a text from John saying he is getting close. I will look for his flashing blinking lights and steer him in the right direction without being noticed. So now he's at the house, too and beginning to settle in on the porch. He asked where the food/drink was that I got him. I told him, "In the refrigerator." and he just laughs. No really, it is. Then I confess to seeing if the door was unlocked, and it was. I confess to brushing my teeth and charging my devices. His eyes light up, even in the dark. I explain it looks like this house is utilized for the music students at the school across the highway, and everyone is gone from their summer session. (Thank you, Sheryl). He hesitantly goes in, uses his light to get to his food, and peeks his head out, " I'm going to just eat in here". I knew he wasn't coming back here tonight. I hear him say, "Well, aren't you coming in? I don't think anybody's checking in here after 1030 tonight." He's probably right. Should I? This is like a dorm, and there's water, electricity, shower, beds. Oh my. He looks around and says he's going to shower. I then confessed that I did that too, after it was dusk, and I was pretty sure no one was going to come here. Yes, I get my sleeping bag and bring it inside. I get in it and go to sleep. After I lock the door.
Morning comes, and my alarm goes off. John makes his SWAT Team comment from the futon he slept on! I'm sill not believing all this. So much shame for sleeping in this dorm/house. I must go run off my guilt. I pack up my cart and head down the road, as does John. He comments on the unique camping places I pick. Your welcome. Welcome to the World of Cyndi. We will meet in Bucksport at the Spring Fountain Motel. I get moving, as Ellsworth is not too far, and I'll pick up some food and drinks there. I'm looking forward to getting to the motel to shower, do some yoga and look around the area. And be somewhere for the night that I'm supposed to be.
As Day 10 is upon me, my body acclimated to this process and rhythm of the road. Yet, it is tired. Some days runnning comes easier than others. It's a full time job of route/mileage setting, moving down the road, figuring out strategy for supplies, where to stay, and dealing with terrain and weather issues. Oh, and sleeping in foreign places.
I'll take a recovery day today, with very little running. The ups and downs aren't allowing much of it anyway. This part of Maine is spectacular, with many people vacationing here. I await the Atlantic Highway, the views, some flatter land, and good food.
Confessions are good for the soul,
Cyndi
Morning comes, and my alarm goes off. John makes his SWAT Team comment from the futon he slept on! I'm sill not believing all this. So much shame for sleeping in this dorm/house. I must go run off my guilt. I pack up my cart and head down the road, as does John. He comments on the unique camping places I pick. Your welcome. Welcome to the World of Cyndi. We will meet in Bucksport at the Spring Fountain Motel. I get moving, as Ellsworth is not too far, and I'll pick up some food and drinks there. I'm looking forward to getting to the motel to shower, do some yoga and look around the area. And be somewhere for the night that I'm supposed to be.
As Day 10 is upon me, my body acclimated to this process and rhythm of the road. Yet, it is tired. Some days runnning comes easier than others. It's a full time job of route/mileage setting, moving down the road, figuring out strategy for supplies, where to stay, and dealing with terrain and weather issues. Oh, and sleeping in foreign places.
I'll take a recovery day today, with very little running. The ups and downs aren't allowing much of it anyway. This part of Maine is spectacular, with many people vacationing here. I await the Atlantic Highway, the views, some flatter land, and good food.
Confessions are good for the soul,
Cyndi
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Night 9 - Finding a camp place
What a slow day for me, or so it seemed. The shoulders were generous, people were very friendly, supplies ample, and the weather was perfect. My body was tired, and with 36 miles to go, I took my time, took pictures, ate and drank often and enjoyed the day. I knew I would need to find us a place to sleep tonight, yet the one motel here is full. The closest campground was awhile back, then I decided to pass it, and take a chance to find something in the little town, in which to lay my head. Maybe a church porch? Sheryl, my sister, scoped out a few places, but dropping the "little man" in google can prove to be difficult in some areas. So, we let our faith, and trust in God handle it.
I arrived in Hancock, and head straight to the one convenience store: Hancock Groceries. The whole time, I'm still scoping out places to hide and sleep for the night. I notice a house behind lots of trees, and it looks like a possibility. I'll go get food, then come back. It's not far, I think. I get to the convenience store, and you know me....I got lots of questions. When do you close? When do you open again in the morning? She knew when they closed, but didn't know when they open in the morning. And it's not posted. That's not unusual. The small town stores do what they want. Especially when they are the only one in town. Okay, I head to the back of the store where the menu is posted of hot sandwiches. Hummmmm, what to to pick? There's a different young girl working back here. I'll take the turkey and avocado, please. The young girl behind that counter says, "We don't have avocados right now". No problem, I'll take the panini. "I don't know how to make a panini, they haven't showed me that yet", she confesses. So I change my tactic, and ask her which sandwich she makes the best, and also likes. She tells me she likes the pastrami and swiss cheese on rye bread, and that she makes it very well. I'll take it! And she was absolutely right, it was downright delicious. After I ate it on the front porch, I went back in and bought John a ham sandwich and drink. He'll be in late tonight as he's tired, too.
With a full belly, it's time to back track to that 'house' I saw about a quarter mile back. It had little "Enter" and "Exit" signs into its gravel drive. Interesting. I pushed my cart down the gravel drive to the house. You can't see the front of the house, as all the trees and bushes cover it. There's a sign in the door: Windhaven Pierre Monteux House. Hey, that's the name of the school across the highway! This looks like where students might stay, if school were in session. Like a mini dorm of sorts. Perfect. I'll sleep on the porch, no one can see me, and I'll be gone in the morning quickity quick. I'm settling in, but there's no AC plugs to charge my devices. I don't even know if the electricity is on anyway. The screen door is ajar, like it's flapping open a touch. I go to shut it, and try the door knob. It's open! "Hellllloooooo" I say loudly. No one. It's hot inside, and looks like it's setup for visitors/students, but it's silent. Nothing. I shut the door. Wait, maybe I'll just plug in my devices (phone, etc) and see if the electricity is on. Sure enough! It is, hooray! Okay, I'll charge them and that's it. Or, I could wash my face and brush my teeth. Just real quick. Why is it unlocked? Why? It's too nice. Did someone just forget to lock it? Is someone coming back tonight? Is it being rented tonight, and the people aren't here yet? So many questions!
I better get back out on the porch. I don't really want to be arrested for trespassing, and it's bad enough that I'm on their porch. I have a back-up plan of going down to the church, if I'm asked to leave by someone. But for now, I'm going to rest here, and not get any of my things out until dusk/dark. That's my plan. I texted John and told him where it is. That's if I'm still here when he arrives later. Only time will tell. Ahhh, the excitement of trying to find a place to sleep.
Good news? I booked a motel in Bucksport tomorrow night, which is about 30 miles from here. I hope it's off Route 1 and not 1A. My "Maps" on my phone thinks it's the same. Oh, I personally know it's not, by my wrong turn earlier today.
I'll close for tonight, and see what shakes out here. It will be a surprise for us all. You know my faith and trust in God is what gets me through all my days and nights. I get chills just seeing and experiencing His blessings in my life on this trip. It's hard to believe, and I'm living it, and I still find it hard to believe. Just amazing. Simply amazing. It shows just how trust and faith provides in our lives. Security, love, protection and plentiful gifts. Gifts that come in all forms. And I thank Him.
Until tomorrow,
Cyndi
I arrived in Hancock, and head straight to the one convenience store: Hancock Groceries. The whole time, I'm still scoping out places to hide and sleep for the night. I notice a house behind lots of trees, and it looks like a possibility. I'll go get food, then come back. It's not far, I think. I get to the convenience store, and you know me....I got lots of questions. When do you close? When do you open again in the morning? She knew when they closed, but didn't know when they open in the morning. And it's not posted. That's not unusual. The small town stores do what they want. Especially when they are the only one in town. Okay, I head to the back of the store where the menu is posted of hot sandwiches. Hummmmm, what to to pick? There's a different young girl working back here. I'll take the turkey and avocado, please. The young girl behind that counter says, "We don't have avocados right now". No problem, I'll take the panini. "I don't know how to make a panini, they haven't showed me that yet", she confesses. So I change my tactic, and ask her which sandwich she makes the best, and also likes. She tells me she likes the pastrami and swiss cheese on rye bread, and that she makes it very well. I'll take it! And she was absolutely right, it was downright delicious. After I ate it on the front porch, I went back in and bought John a ham sandwich and drink. He'll be in late tonight as he's tired, too.
With a full belly, it's time to back track to that 'house' I saw about a quarter mile back. It had little "Enter" and "Exit" signs into its gravel drive. Interesting. I pushed my cart down the gravel drive to the house. You can't see the front of the house, as all the trees and bushes cover it. There's a sign in the door: Windhaven Pierre Monteux House. Hey, that's the name of the school across the highway! This looks like where students might stay, if school were in session. Like a mini dorm of sorts. Perfect. I'll sleep on the porch, no one can see me, and I'll be gone in the morning quickity quick. I'm settling in, but there's no AC plugs to charge my devices. I don't even know if the electricity is on anyway. The screen door is ajar, like it's flapping open a touch. I go to shut it, and try the door knob. It's open! "Hellllloooooo" I say loudly. No one. It's hot inside, and looks like it's setup for visitors/students, but it's silent. Nothing. I shut the door. Wait, maybe I'll just plug in my devices (phone, etc) and see if the electricity is on. Sure enough! It is, hooray! Okay, I'll charge them and that's it. Or, I could wash my face and brush my teeth. Just real quick. Why is it unlocked? Why? It's too nice. Did someone just forget to lock it? Is someone coming back tonight? Is it being rented tonight, and the people aren't here yet? So many questions!
I better get back out on the porch. I don't really want to be arrested for trespassing, and it's bad enough that I'm on their porch. I have a back-up plan of going down to the church, if I'm asked to leave by someone. But for now, I'm going to rest here, and not get any of my things out until dusk/dark. That's my plan. I texted John and told him where it is. That's if I'm still here when he arrives later. Only time will tell. Ahhh, the excitement of trying to find a place to sleep.
Good news? I booked a motel in Bucksport tomorrow night, which is about 30 miles from here. I hope it's off Route 1 and not 1A. My "Maps" on my phone thinks it's the same. Oh, I personally know it's not, by my wrong turn earlier today.
I'll close for tonight, and see what shakes out here. It will be a surprise for us all. You know my faith and trust in God is what gets me through all my days and nights. I get chills just seeing and experiencing His blessings in my life on this trip. It's hard to believe, and I'm living it, and I still find it hard to believe. Just amazing. Simply amazing. It shows just how trust and faith provides in our lives. Security, love, protection and plentiful gifts. Gifts that come in all forms. And I thank Him.
Until tomorrow,
Cyndi
Day 9 - Plans and more Tidbits
I awoke in a teepee on a cot, in my sleeping bag, snug as s bug. Speaking of, the mosquitos weren't nearly as bad as I expected. And Dad, luckily no bears either. I proceeded to the amazing Bath House and brushed my teeth. I moved one door over to the Laundry Room, as it's warm in there, sat on the dryer, and ate my breakfast. I had water, a banana and peanut butter. Perfect. Then back to the teepee to pack up and head down the road. The rain is gone, and a magical day awaits me. A cool breeze and gorgeous scenery.
The plan is to get to Hancock today, 36 miles. I've try to find us a place to stay there, but everything is 'full'. It's a busy place around this part of Maine. Lots of canoeing, hiking, ATV riding and much more. There's many roads that allow ATV access, along with the cars. It's well marked as such. I've seen many signs of access to The Greenway, too. It's an active place! There's deer running across the road, some taking their time. And lobster traps everywhere you look.
As I was moving down Route 1, I missed the sharp turn to the right for Route 1, and noticed 2 miles down, I was on 1A. Oooppps. 1A and Route 2 ebb and flow - sometimes together and sometimes go to different cities. Thank goodness I had cell service, and saw it would meet back with Route 1 in Milbridge. As this was occurring, I was on the phone with David. I had no shoulder, dogs are loose and barking at me, mountains to climb, and there's a lot of traffic. Lesson learned. Stay on Route 1, silly girl, and watch for turns. I know better, so I'll do better. The A in 1A really means Awful, according to David.
Tidbits for the day:
1) What shoes are you wearing?
I am now only wearing my Altras (Intuition) size 8, every day. Why? Large toe box is the main reason. Your feet swell day after day, and these shoes deliver. They are wonderful endurance shoes and will last me 1,000 miles. Other reasons include the zero drop advantage, cushioning, ability to run or walk in them, and that they just generally fit my feet well. I wear the same pair everyday.
2) Hoarding
On my last crossing, I found myself stocking up on things. Food, drink, toothpaste, soaps, and all kinds of things. This started occurring when I found myself unsure of what's to come (convenience stores) on the route. Stores will show to be open. Then their not. Cafes are on the map, but then are closed. The unpredictability became so great, I begin to carry more. More turns into too much, real quick. I am fighting that urge to hoard. Being mindful of what I need, and practicing non-attachment to these things. Camping more has made it worse. You have to have supplies, for sure. This is something I will continue to find balance with. My needs vs my ability to get what I need. Just because the maps - or internet - says a store/cafe is there, doesn't mean it really is. In a car, that's okay. But on foot, it's a different story. This is a ongoing situation out here.
3) Chicken quesadillas, morning coffee and unsweet tea.
My favorite food is not something Maine has much of. I am substituting grilled cheese, as my temporary comfort food. Luckily, all cafes can do that. Morning coffee is not always available, and most likely not when your really wanting it. Unsweet iced tea is not common. Sweet tea? Yes. Even most of the Subway sub places only have sweet tea. All these things encourage my non-attachment practice. I don't them them to be successful or content. But they sure are a nice treat here and there!
Happy Wednesday!
Cyndi, whose going to look for a camping spot in Hancock later on.
The plan is to get to Hancock today, 36 miles. I've try to find us a place to stay there, but everything is 'full'. It's a busy place around this part of Maine. Lots of canoeing, hiking, ATV riding and much more. There's many roads that allow ATV access, along with the cars. It's well marked as such. I've seen many signs of access to The Greenway, too. It's an active place! There's deer running across the road, some taking their time. And lobster traps everywhere you look.
As I was moving down Route 1, I missed the sharp turn to the right for Route 1, and noticed 2 miles down, I was on 1A. Oooppps. 1A and Route 2 ebb and flow - sometimes together and sometimes go to different cities. Thank goodness I had cell service, and saw it would meet back with Route 1 in Milbridge. As this was occurring, I was on the phone with David. I had no shoulder, dogs are loose and barking at me, mountains to climb, and there's a lot of traffic. Lesson learned. Stay on Route 1, silly girl, and watch for turns. I know better, so I'll do better. The A in 1A really means Awful, according to David.
Tidbits for the day:
1) What shoes are you wearing?
I am now only wearing my Altras (Intuition) size 8, every day. Why? Large toe box is the main reason. Your feet swell day after day, and these shoes deliver. They are wonderful endurance shoes and will last me 1,000 miles. Other reasons include the zero drop advantage, cushioning, ability to run or walk in them, and that they just generally fit my feet well. I wear the same pair everyday.
2) Hoarding
On my last crossing, I found myself stocking up on things. Food, drink, toothpaste, soaps, and all kinds of things. This started occurring when I found myself unsure of what's to come (convenience stores) on the route. Stores will show to be open. Then their not. Cafes are on the map, but then are closed. The unpredictability became so great, I begin to carry more. More turns into too much, real quick. I am fighting that urge to hoard. Being mindful of what I need, and practicing non-attachment to these things. Camping more has made it worse. You have to have supplies, for sure. This is something I will continue to find balance with. My needs vs my ability to get what I need. Just because the maps - or internet - says a store/cafe is there, doesn't mean it really is. In a car, that's okay. But on foot, it's a different story. This is a ongoing situation out here.
3) Chicken quesadillas, morning coffee and unsweet tea.
My favorite food is not something Maine has much of. I am substituting grilled cheese, as my temporary comfort food. Luckily, all cafes can do that. Morning coffee is not always available, and most likely not when your really wanting it. Unsweet iced tea is not common. Sweet tea? Yes. Even most of the Subway sub places only have sweet tea. All these things encourage my non-attachment practice. I don't them them to be successful or content. But they sure are a nice treat here and there!
Happy Wednesday!
Cyndi, whose going to look for a camping spot in Hancock later on.
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