A day riding in the rain is...cold. Very cold.
Stories I heard along the way (maybe not entirely well developed stories, but stories none the less).
The guy who runs the laundromat had a lot to tell me. For example, his Dad used to live in San Francisco. Maybe Vallejo, I keep meeting people formerly from Vallejo. Why Vallejo?
His father, was a long distance athlete. Someone who I could appreciate. He first crossed the country in a wheel-barrow race. I guess he won, because he ended up in Maine. I have nothing about Maine. In fact, I've really enjoyed my visit here, but I'm not sure I would want to be here during the winter.
When he got to Maine, he began to race. In six-day running races. This is similar to the six-day cycling races that they held in the late 1800s, except, with wheelbarrows...and no bikes.
Story #2: Laundromat Stories, Part 2. I guess the owner of the laundromat was complimenting me about my good laundromat etiquette. He told me about many people who came in the rain or snow and dried their...something. Laundry, I guess. When it really snows in Maine, sometimes, someone just wants to warm up and get out of their wet clothes. And at other times, it rains and then the customers also use the laundromat. But there is also a guy who just wants to clean his boots. The problem is that he tends to forget the washing part and every now and then, the laundromat owner gets clean out the mud and grease. It is a mystery who is cleaning his boots. It's only a small town, the town of Bucksport, but he still can't figure out who's doing it. This boot cleaner didn't clean his (or her) boots at the same time each day. So the mystery continues...who is the dirty boot cleaner who uses the Bucksports laundromat?
Story #3. Wait for it.
Day 44 - Tales of Nothing
Day 44 - Bucksport to Bar Harbor - 44 Miles
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