Vacation; a trip to Bar Harbor, Maine
Here in Toronto all summer, I make a point of getting away from the hustle and bustle of city-living every now’n’again. Trips to The County, a two-day overnight trip to Long Point and a few GOTrain excursions to start rides beyond the concrete have helped me keep my sanity. In the back of my mind, however, was the need to travel. A trip to somewhere new, an adventure, a chance to ride roads I’ve never seen before. With my Texan friend, Sierra, living on the coast of Maine for the summer, a road trip seemed in order.
Saturday after work, the Sprinter van and I began the the 700miles/1125kms drive to Bar Harbor (pronounced Bah Hah-bah), Maine. The drive was uneventful. Once I got beyond Sherbrooke, QC, the forests, mountains and lakes of the Eastern Townships awed me. Definitely a place to return with a couple of bikes.
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The bulk of my 2 1/2 days visiting the Atlantic Coast involved lots of laziness. Exploring seldom visited lakes, lounging about the rental cottage; tasting wine and smelling flowers; drinks at the Cottage Street Bar, great food and lots of laughs. But….I’m a cyclist, so of course, I brought a bike. The Cervelo S2 was aching to get out and explore those densely forested hills; to glide past the vast expanse that is the Atlantic Ocean; to climb the highest peak.



Sierra’s best friend, Georgia–who is also a winter Texan–was born and raised Bar Harbor. She put me in touch with her father, Fred, who organized a ride through the Acadia National Park with himself and another long-time local, Roland. I rode the leisurely 5miles to the Visitor Center for our 3pm rendezvous. Meeting my guides, they took me along the 19mile Park Loop, adding the 3 1/4 mile Cadillac Mountain climb to the island’s highest point. The climb up Cadillac was 20mins of 8-9% grades which made me grunt and smile. The descent could have been spectacular, with all those steep, tight turns. But alas, we got stuck behind a train of tourist traffic inching their way down. All told, I got in about 40miles/65kms of beautiful roads, tremendous views and insightful local knowledge. It was perfect, just what I needed. A huge thanks to Fred and Roland for showing me their island, their roads and their piece of paradise.




Wednesday morning I was on the road by 7:30am. I drove to Prince Edward County, finishing the drive to Toronto Thursday morning before work.

Though a short trip, it was everything I could have wanted and more. A chance to hang out with my friend Sierra. An opportunity to meet new people and see new sights. A chance to ride one of the most scenic routes you could ever imagine. Back in Toronto, back at work, my soul has been topped-up with the joys of travel, my heart beating with the beauty of this planet.
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