Rain halts by morning and we are ushered out of Sebago Lake by Jimmy's escort service, feeling kinda special with our own personal sag-wag. SR 202 has heavy traffic up to the twin cities of Lewiston-Auburn. We happen upon Luiggi's sub shop for lunch; not knowing that the place has a good local following and is known for its "Fergy" subs (a special layering of ham, cheese, lettuce, and lots o mayo on a cut of French bread, with a menu progressing from Fergys to Tuna Fergys, Turkey Fergys, Fergy juniors, Meatball Fergys, etc..) According to my wife (who is always right), Fergys were a particular sandwich delight of Sarah Ferguson, of British royalty, known for her diet schemes, and so a sandwich sub-species was born.
It's hot out now with high humidity. We opt for SR 126 north, which takes us over rolling landscape of deciduous forests, broken by the occasional cattail bog. At South Monmouth, we decide to take the flatter option of routes east to Gardiner, where we pick up the lovely, paved Kennebec bikepath north to Augusta. Another rails to trails project, the path parallels a functioning railroad, and is framed by rows of gorgeous Victorian homes on the city side and by the Kennebec River on the other. Grey clouds are gathering and it's a race to town. On Water St. the rain gods triumph and Ellen has the good sense to huddle us under a store awning. Cats, dogs, cows and horses rain down for 45 minutes, as the sky turns darker and greyer. Waves of rain lash by us and a torrent runs down the gutter at our feet. At first break, we resume our search for Motel 6, and find it just up the hill, fairly close to the end of the rainbow. Jimmy, who has spent his day looking up old friends in Portland, pulls into the parking lot 5 minutes later, and the 3 musketeers are reunited.
Tomorrow, we head for the coast.
It's hot out now with high humidity. We opt for SR 126 north, which takes us over rolling landscape of deciduous forests, broken by the occasional cattail bog. At South Monmouth, we decide to take the flatter option of routes east to Gardiner, where we pick up the lovely, paved Kennebec bikepath north to Augusta. Another rails to trails project, the path parallels a functioning railroad, and is framed by rows of gorgeous Victorian homes on the city side and by the Kennebec River on the other. Grey clouds are gathering and it's a race to town. On Water St. the rain gods triumph and Ellen has the good sense to huddle us under a store awning. Cats, dogs, cows and horses rain down for 45 minutes, as the sky turns darker and greyer. Waves of rain lash by us and a torrent runs down the gutter at our feet. At first break, we resume our search for Motel 6, and find it just up the hill, fairly close to the end of the rainbow. Jimmy, who has spent his day looking up old friends in Portland, pulls into the parking lot 5 minutes later, and the 3 musketeers are reunited.
Tomorrow, we head for the coast.
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