The campsite was nice and secluded, even included its own roadsign, though we were the only campsite there. We made a semi-pitiful attempt at a campfire and smores and then the skies opened up and it started raining. Hard. I have to say, the tent I got at the Outdoor Gear Exchange was incredible. Zero leakage, drippage, wetness etc. Woke up dry and refreshed despite the torential downpoor that lasted most of the night.
Scooted up through Newport, the NEK, Northern New Hampshire, and across into Maine. I've not spent much (if any) time in the backwoods of Maine. Let me provide you a small snapshot of what you may expect this summer:
1. Black flies: Roughly the size of your head and nearly as abundant as....
2. Mosquitos: Roughly the size of a small domesticated animal, but with the voracity of a pack of Raptors and the cunning to penetrate the most stalwart of defenses. Clever girl....
3. MOOSE: Roughly the size of a tractor and probably about as fun to run into. Saw two lady moose on the side of the road and it really takes a moment for the size of the animal to sink in when you are on a very small and very vulnerable motorcycle.
3. Rough roads: Miles and miles and miles of them. Almost ran out of gas on the Triumph, that would have not been so pleasant, but neither was the jarring on what appeared to be a slightly improved version of the Oregon Trail.
4. Sunshine!*
(*Sunshine may also include, but is not limited to: light rain, regular rain, heavy rain, thunder, lightning, hail, apocalypse, and misery.)
There are some more adventures to relate from 603 and 207, but duty calls...
