Today was an easy day — officially just 38 miles on the East Coast Greenway and only 1,857 feet of climbing. So it was all about the food. I know — I kind of said that yesterday too. Sorry. And then we cyclists wonder why we come home heavier than when we left.
The hotel’s breakfast was skimpy, so we stopped at a Maine institution about 5 miles along the route for proper fuel. Dysart’s is a truck stop with a diner attached. There was this, for example:
(don’t freak out — it was shared among 10 of us)
.. and this:
But hey, that was lunch! (The chocolate loves chocolate flavor is really good, by the way).
Others in the group are so jealous that they’ve gone — by car! — to get some just before dinner (don’t tell their moms!).
Oh … the lake? They were jealous of that too. Hey, bike tours are as much about the stops as about the destination.
It was soooo shallow that I got this far from shore before the water first reached my knees:
And the water was so warm, it felt like a bathtub.
Saw some fish too:
And a parting shot: