The following day (4-30) I rode from Portland to
Rockland, about 81 miles. It
was just a long, tough day with lots of wind and lots of hills.
I walked my bike across the big lift-bridge at Bath,
Maine. The road is very
narrow over the bridge, and there was a sidewalk, so it seemed like the
appropriate thing to do. The
wind was blowing so hard that the lift cables were banging together.
They were making a really spooky “clacking” sound – I’ll
bet Stephen King goes down there periodically for inspiration
(Great
Adventures to Scenic Places)
