Up and Down (Sept. 13, 2013)

Twenty minutes up ... two minutes down ... repeat endlessly.  Endlessly I say ... endlessly.  Crest the current climb only to see the next climb ... endlessly.

Ah, New England, you are so very wrinkled.

Since reentering the United States, this pattern of riding has been a daily occurrence.  While the climbs are not overly long, they are overly repetitive ... endlessly repetitive.

And listening to Kim, who just rode from upstate New York to here in Bar Harbor, my next two weeks riding from Bar Harbor to Syracuse offers more of the same.  Endlessly.

Kim and I met up yesterday in Bar Harbor, Maine, and are taking a rest day to explore and rest.  We have a bus tour scheduled for this morning, then plan to take it easy for the rest of the day.  Beautiful area here in Bar Harbor ... my first glimpse of the Atlantic Ocean on this outing.  Weather calls for rain today, and it is overcast and quite humid.  I have tasted the food of this area ... crab and lobster ... still looking forward to sitting down in Tucson to chips, salsa and chicken enchiladas ... "looking forward to" does not really convey the yearning, but will have to suffice.

Getting back together with Kim, even if it is for only a few days is wonderful.  Touring alone has a few positives, but being able to share time with a good friend is very nice.  Saturday we will be heading out for a few days of riding together, then we part ways again ... she to Portland, Maine and me to Syracuse, NY.  (Just in case you have forgotten ... from what Kim said, the ups-and-downs are even more unrelenting where I am headed ... oh, joy.)

Two weeks ... twenty minutes up ... two minutes down ... repeat endlessly.  Endlessly I say ... endlessly.  Crest the current climb only to see the next climb ... endlessly.

But home awaits ...