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    Day 1.230 – Back In The USA

    N of Lac Megantic (CAN) -> N of Eustis (USA)
    Distance (km) : 103
    Time on bike : 5h 51m
    Brutto time: 07.20 – 20.00
    Avg : 17.6 km/h
    Max.speed: 49.6
    Total (km) : 52.384
    Altitude: 600 m
    Difficulty: 3 of 5

    The road to Lac Megantic, Quebec.

    First two hours today are tough and very hilly approaching Lac Megantic. Thank God I got 10.5 hrs of sleep last night in that pine forest. A great and not too mossie infested stealth camp spot.

    Canadian harvest

    Canada end/USA begin, 52.347 km. The crossing back to the US after 3 great and social weeks in Canada went swift and smooth. The guys at the border post (Maine, USA side) are all jovial and chatty and evidently impressed by the whole WT circus sideshow. I’m sure that my handing out WT business cards sped up the border crossing process, or at least increased my decency in the officers’ eyes. The officers’ German Shepherd Sniff Dog didn’t find anything particularly interesting in my bags (though my rancid and damp bike socks must have been a chock for that delicate canine nose!).

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    Cutting thru!

    Having another 3 months available in the USA is tempting for me, and if it wasn’t for the flight that I bought 3 days ago in Quebec (Boston to Accra, Ghana via Frankfurt, Germany), I’d have probably stayed another full 3 months here in the US – a country that has so, so much to offer. Like the northern neighbor that I will have to come back to one day. No doubt about that.

    Back in the USA!

    Yeah, bring on the moose!

    Yeah, bring on the moose!

    Sexy curves…

    Sexy curves.

    Bathing in the river, Maine/US.

    The rain started pouring down just after I had a refreshing bath in the river. Ironic, isn’t it, wiping yourself with a towel in the rain.

    I find shelter under a shed, and make use of the unwanted break by doing what most long-distance cyclists would do: eat, then dosing off, no time for counting sheep here, just dropping off, lying on the hard wooden table.

    Wild camp just north of Eustic, Maine.

    On this day..

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