Bicycling Maine 2015 (3) - Happy Anniversary!

Day 1: Friday,
Madbury, NH, to Ogunquit, ME – 45 miles

Once in Maine we mostly followed Route 103, taking a few side roads to follow the river, through Eliot and into downtown Kittery.  
Most people head to Kittery for the discount outlet stores on Route 1; they don't know about Kittery’s little downtown only a mile walk across the new drawbridge from Market Square in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. We’ve ridden through it often enough, but have been hard up to find any place to stop and refuel.
That’s changing. We rode to Kittery on the second of our training rides this spring and found several places open on a Sunday morning, with bicyclists and pedestrians lingering outside on the sidewalks. Our destination was Lil’s (lilscafe.com), a new coffee shop I’d read about. The line – almost out the door – seemed a reliable testament to the quality of the baked goods, and the crullers in particular caught our eyes.  They caught the eyes of the customers in front of us, too, and we watched as the last two disappeared before our turn came to order.
After 20 miles Lil’s would have been a fine place for a stop, but I had another plan.  Last year, on a ride to York Beach, some friends and I discovered an Italian pastry shop that I was eager to share with Rob.  So we breezed through Kittery and saved a second visit to Lil’s for another day.
We arrived in York Harbor first- just another 5 miles where Rte. 103 runs into Rte. 1A – and stopped for lunch at the town park with a large grassy lawn overlooking the ocean. We pulled in and found this really cool sculpture that can only be described with a photo.  

We stopped for lunch in York Harbor.

It was getting on near 2:30 and I began to worry that the pastry shop wouldn’t be open when we got there. Pastry shops will sometimes close as early as 3:00. 

Rob, on the other hand, was already scouting about for a place to spend the night. I figured we’d eventually stumble across a campground when we were ready to stop.  But Rob had other plans. It was our 32nd anniversary and he had decided - without consulting the budget czar (that's me) - that we should recreate our Martha’s Vineyard honeymoon with a night at an inn and a lobster dinner. When he spotted an inn across the street he went to check it out. But I would have none of it. I wasn’t ready to stop. And, besides, I hadn’t given up hope yet for that pastry shop .

The ride from York Harbor to York Beach – less than four miles – can be dicey in the middle of summer.  The road runs past several beaches with cars parked alongside the beach; there are campgrounds, rental properties, a playground, and an arcade.  It can get busy.  But we flew through on a quiet day before the season ramped up.  The weather had been cool so, even though it was the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, evidently people were not flocking to the beach.
Then we hit the loop around Nubble Point to Nubble Lighthouse.  The point where you look over at the lighthouse stands is lovely, certainly worth stopping and gazing out over the cliffs, but the fun comes with the ride along the northern stretch of the point back to York Beach.  Stunning views of the ocean on one side, beautiful homes on the other, as you sail downhill.
The best part about the ride to Nubble Light is the ride back to town.

When we arrived at the pastry shop, it was not only open, but a large selection of treats still remained.  I ordered a pastry with a ricotta cheese filling; Rob picked an apple strudel. I placed them gently in my handlebar pack to save for our next rest stop.

From York Beach we hopped onto Shore Road which provides a quiet and scenic alternative to Route 1. After 10 miles we took the turnoff to Perkins Cove - hardly big enough to call a town, more like an enclave -  filled with tourist shops, art galleries, and restaurants. Touristy but quaint, with a quiet harbor filled with boats and yachts on one side and waves crashing on rocks on the other.

We stopped at Todd Bonita's Gallery. I’ve taken a few classes from Todd and wanted to say hello, especially as he was celebrating his official opening for the season later that evening.  Todd is a terrific artist, working to revive the art colony (see ogunquitartcolony.com) that once thrived in the area. The quality of his paintings – as well as the other artists’ works – inside such a small gallery probably makes that space the most valuable piece of real estate on the coast of Maine.

Next we found tea and a place to watch the waves while we ate our Italian pastries - every bit as good as I'd anticipated - and discussed our options for the rest of the day.  It was getting on after 5 o’clock. I was on for riding some more, seeing as how we’d only ridden 45 miles and were pretty fresh, it being our first day, and likely had a fair amount of daylight left. But Rob was not to be disuaded from his plan of a romantic recreation of our honeymoon. Ogunquit, only a mile further, seemed the perfect place to stop for the day.

I figured it was Friday night of Memorial Day Weekend, good luck finding any vacancies, and even better luck finding something affordable – I wasn’t going to agree to anything much over a hundred dollars for the night. And even if we did find a place to stay, the restaurants would be crowded, it being Friday night of a holiday weekend. We wouldn't sit down to eat until 9 o’clock. But Rob was determined, so I waited while he checked out one place and then another.

Surprisingly we saw quite a few vacancy signs but, not surprisingly, the rooms available  were over our budget even when Rob tried to convince the innkeepers that they should give us a discount. As our options dwindled he rode right past a vacancy sign. I called him back and he walked down a hill to The Terrace by the Sea while I stayed with the bikes. We didn’t have to go any further as the price was right and the place was actually quite nice - right in town, overlooking the ocean, and a short walk to the beach.

Terrace by the Sea in Ogunquit...

.. and the view


Even though it can be touristy and the beach gets crowded in the middle of summer, Ogunquit can be a fine destination, especially in the off-season. The beach stretches out for a considerable distance, and there is also the Marginal Way, a paved walkway hugging the cliffs that connects Ogunquit with Perkins Cove. Benches scattered along the way encourage stopping to soak up the drama of the surf crashing against the rocky coastline. And if the surf doesn’t grab your attention, then you can admire the million-dollar homes on the other side of the path, Maine's answer to the mansions lining the Cliff Walk in Newport, Rhode Island.

After storing our bicycles in the hotel’s laundry room and cleaning up, we struck out on the Marginal Way in search of our lobster dinners. Summer evidently comes to Maine after Memorial Day, as we didn’t have to fight any crowds to get a seat outside with a prime view of the surf at the Oarweed Oceanside Restaurant and Lobster PoundWe enjoyed a beer and bowl of steamers before it got too cold and we retreated inside to tackle our lobsters, as we reminisced over our honeymoon so many years ago.

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