The last day starts with an absolute pea soup fog outside. We can barely see the light traffic on Rte. 1, and have no clue how close the ocean is or isn't. But there are good, clean shoulders, and we are well lit up, so agree to proceed cautiously northward. A call comes in from Rob Poindexter of WABI-TV5 from Bangor, asking us to do an interview of the trip, and we agree to meet in Bucksport 18 miles hence. (The interview was my sister's idea). Still more swirling fog as we go through gorgeous Searsport, with its grand inns and waterfront estates. Too bad we can't see more than 100' ahead.
Then a massive rock cut. A gorgeous tower and cable suspension bridge, hanging in front of us, with its highest masts disappearing into the fog. Beyond is the cutest-ever seaport town of Bucksport, with white sailed boats dotting the waters in between. Appears the WABI van.
The interview was fun and candid, no one was nervous. Rob shot lots of footage; some next to the bridge, some on the bridge, some at the Sea breeze Cafe just beyond. As if by plan, the fog lifts, displaying a perfectly sunny day. As we wolf down the last of lunch, Rob takes his leave to get the "footage" up to Bangor in time for the 5 pm news. The broadcast can be seen at>>
http://www.wabi.tv/news/6868/seattle-man-ends-cross-country-trek-in-old-town
The balance of the day's mileage floats by. A fine tailwind appropriately escorts us. Tho hot and a bit hilly, nothing matters except the realness that this is it, this is the last link, the last exhale of a long journey.
We turn off Rte. 178 and cross the Milford Bridge into Oldtown, and a few minutes later pull into the driveway of my sister's house at 64 Cedar Street.
Partytime!!
Then a massive rock cut. A gorgeous tower and cable suspension bridge, hanging in front of us, with its highest masts disappearing into the fog. Beyond is the cutest-ever seaport town of Bucksport, with white sailed boats dotting the waters in between. Appears the WABI van.
The interview was fun and candid, no one was nervous. Rob shot lots of footage; some next to the bridge, some on the bridge, some at the Sea breeze Cafe just beyond. As if by plan, the fog lifts, displaying a perfectly sunny day. As we wolf down the last of lunch, Rob takes his leave to get the "footage" up to Bangor in time for the 5 pm news. The broadcast can be seen at>>
http://www.wabi.tv/news/6868/seattle-man-ends-cross-country-trek-in-old-town
The balance of the day's mileage floats by. A fine tailwind appropriately escorts us. Tho hot and a bit hilly, nothing matters except the realness that this is it, this is the last link, the last exhale of a long journey.
We turn off Rte. 178 and cross the Milford Bridge into Oldtown, and a few minutes later pull into the driveway of my sister's house at 64 Cedar Street.
Partytime!!
Wow! The old dog finally made it ... And so did Brindil! Congrats, Gary -- and you too, Ellen! We're all raising a glass to you back here in warm sunny western WA!! What an absolutely fantastic trip and accomplishment!!!
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