Wasn’t sure we’d get this far, and it isn’t quite where we thought we’d end up — but it’s close. Took us about 2 months and it has been an incredible journey. Lots of twists and turns, and modifications and adjustments along the way. Dropping the East Coast Greenway was a significant change and one that allowed us to continue in a way that was enjoyable and relatively safe.

We arrived at Sunset Point Campground and set up in a site with a view of the water …. again! There were less than 10 campers total and we had plenty of room to spread out. Our neighbors, John and Doria, didn’t have bikes, but they did have this awesome little car — a Crosley — that they haul in a trailer behind their RV. It is the cutest damned thing!

Once settled in, we rode down to town — all of a mile away. The downtown is small and there were many empty buildings along with a couple of gift shops and a coffee shop. There was nobody there — we had the place to ourselves. It was eerie. The town looks to be on hard times and apparently it is one of the poorest parts of Maine.

At the far end of the street is the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial Bridge that goes between the U.S. and Canada. Of course, Canada’s border is still closed due to COVID-19 but we went down there hoping for a photo op.

We got more than that. The border agent allowed us to walk to the middle of the bridge….and I took one step on the other side. So, technically I suppose I went to Canada.