Day 5: A Day of Variation

**I'm behind again. Sorry.

**Bunch of pictures coming tomorrow!!!

Lake Placid, NY --> Bath, ME

Distance: ~375 Miles

Had an interesting day, a much different one that we could've imagined for sure. A Canadian tagged along with us for quite a while, a ferry ride, and tons of rain and wet roads made up most of the day.

The rain hit us right before we hopped on the bikes for the day. It was cool and dreary and very grey.

Leaving Lake Placid we pulled over on the side of the road and a biker pulled over beside us and asked if he could ride along. We agreed and he fell in line behind us. A few minutes later we arrived at the ferry crossing from New York to Vermont over Lake Champlain. Of course, we just missed it so we had a 40 minute wait. While we were chilling out we found out a lot about this tag along. His name was Ean and he was headed to Nova Scotia from Toronto, his home town. He turned out to be a cool guy. He received a nickname immediately, Tonto from Toronto.

The ferry ride was uneventful but from what we could see it was a nice view. Just too much of an overcast to see too much but luckily the hourish long ride went by quickly.



After the ferry we finally rode through some scenery, the White Mountains. I don't think we have any pictures because of the drizzling rain that kept on us most of the day. The roads were twistie as well so it was difficult to do much photography. What I did think was interesting about the mountains was their shape. They weren't just straight slopes that come to a point. Most of the mountains had something distinctive about them. Some of them had cliffs and some just were strangely shaped.

We stopped soon after that and Ean decided he needed to make up some time and split apart from us...hopefully he made it alright.

We finally made it into Maine and were licking our lips in preparation for the famous lobster. Bone has an interesting method for determining out ending position for the day. He asks a simple question, "Are we eating Lobster tonight?" Finally, we could say yes. We all wanted lobster but we could all tell this was one of his goals, to eat Maine lobster.

We arrived in Bath and started hotel hunting. The only one we could find was an overpriced inn that didn't even have wi-fi. (but excellent muffins) So we reserved rooms and received some directions to a pub that had a discount deal with the hotel. It was nine 9pm so we didn't have time to change out of our gear. I can't remember the name, and no pictures.

The pub was definitely one of those places that could never be recreated. Every inch had character. The bar downstairs had mugs that hung from the ceiling with numbers on the bottom of each one. It appeared the locals had their own mugs. A couple of guitar players were the entertainment which gave the pub an intimate atmosphere that was very inviting. It was very small and tight fitting but it was definitely the place we wanted to be; something different with serious local flavor.

Arriving at the pub we were greeted by the hostess who directed us down to the bar area. We asked her immediately about lobster and she informed us that there was one lobster left. Needless to say, Bone didn't get his lobster and had to opt for pineapple salmon.

We had a good day, a big variation from the others. Thumbs up!


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**I'll edit this tomorrow or something.