Bicycling Maine (5) - Planning a No Itinerary Trip


Sunday Morning, May 24, 2015
Even though we like to travel with no set agenda, we still try to formulate a plan for each day, taking into consideration how far we feel like riding and where we might be able to spend the night. Because at the end of the day, it’s nice to be able to clean up, have something to eat, and have a safe and somewhat comfortable place to sleep. (As much as I enjoy winging it when I travel, I have so far managed to avoid having to throw my sleeping bag down by the side of the road.) Even so, any plans we start the day with are subject to change at a moment’s notice, because you never know what adventure lies ahead.
Here’s an example. In 1989 we were riding for two weeks in Nova Scotia. Our goal each night was to stay in either a provincial or national park campground because they tend to be so much nicer and cheaper than private ones.  This particular day, the closest provincial campground was only 15 miles away and the next one too far, so we decided we'd have to make a private campground our destination and planned our route for the day accordingly.

That morning the riding was both fun and stunningly beautiful – rolling hills with panoramic views of green valleys and farms. When we stopped for lunch and looked over the map, we discovered that we were on a scenic route that looped back to the main road we had started out on. We decided to stick with it and finished the day camping at a provincial campground after all - the one just 15 miles from our starting point.
Bicycling Nova Scotia in 1989
So here it is, the third day of a two-week trip meandering along the Maine Coast with a hopeful destination of the Canadian border before turning around and bicycling home to Madbury, New Hampshire. What's the plan going to be today? Even though we spent Friday night at a hotel (celebrating our anniversary) and last night with our friends Sally and Steve, we have brought along a full complement of camping gear. I’ll be damned if I’m going to carry all this gear and not use it. We’re camping tonight.
We rode 45 miles on Friday and 77 yesterday. How far today?
In 1980 I cycled solo from Boulder to San Francisco, by way of the Canadian Rockies. I spent eight weeks on the road, clocking 3000 miles when I rode over the Golden Gate Bridge. Some days I rode a hundred miles; if I needed a rest day I’d ride fifteen. Occasionally I’d take a day off to hike. In the end, my average came out to 55 miles a day.
But the image of some beautiful gardens I passed in Victoria, on Vancouver Island, stuck in my head. I didn’t stop because, at the time, I was just tired of being alone and thought there was no point in stopping when I had no one to share it with. I thought about that - and other days when I wanted to rest but had no one to spend the day with – when I looked back on my trip and decided that, on any future trip with a friend, 50 miles a day might be about right.
And that’s pretty much what Rob and I have done. On that trip in Nova Scotia, with no plans and much spontaneity, we had days when we rode over 90 miles and days when we didn’t ride at all. After 13 days, we'd ridden 650 miles - exactly 50 miles a day.
So with 122 miles behind us, if we are loosely aiming for a daily average of 50 miles (we haven’t yet made an adjustment for our advanced ages), we can take it a little easy today.
Sally makes blueberry pancakes and we sit around the breakfast table enjoying our coffee and tea and catching up on each others’ lives and no one is in any hurry to get moving on the day.
We talk about our problem of getting through Portland without a detailed map.  Steve suggests we get the DeLorme Road Atlas of Maine (delorme.com/mapstore/) . They make one for every state. “The company is right here in Yarmouth,” he says. “You can pick one up at the grocery store.” 
He shows us his copy. The state is cut into grids with detailed maps – showing local roads - of every section, and symbols for every campground and state park. It’s perfect. Except it’s unwieldy and heavy and we won’t need the whole thing.
I ask Steve, “How about we pay you for your copy? Then we can cut it up and take what we need and you can buy a new one.”
Now that we have a more detailed road map, we realize the challenge of actually riding the coast of Maine. So many peninsulas, little ones, big ones, you ride to the end of one – then what? You back track and head to the next one. Clearly we can’t get to all of them. Not if we are even going to have a prayer of making it all the way to Canada. So, we pick and choose.  We look for a campground about 40 miles away and discover a route that takes us partway down one peninsula, crosses over to another, and ends up at a campground - there's the little symbol - on Orrs Island.
The map doesn’t show mileage, so we do it the old-fashioned way. I take a scrap of paper and with the legend I measure two miles on the edge. Then I use it to roughly trace the route we’ve chosen and come up with 40 miles. I hand the paper and map to Rob. “Here. See what you get.”
Rob say, “I get 40 miles.”
Perfect.
Steve warns us that north of Portland we’ll be hitting a lot of hills. But we don’t really give it any thought, having ridden in Vermont, New Hampshire, California, and Colorado. We know hills.

Maybe.


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