Lisa lead the way out of the car park, turned right and then yelled over the Autocom, “I’ve got no idea where I ‘m going”. She was right, we needed to have turned left. Brilliant! We’ve been on the road for less than 30 seconds and we’re already making a u-turn.

Well it’s now gone midnight and it’s been a longer day than we’d planned.

For the most part of the day we’d skirted the circling dark clouds and avoided getting soaked, the 2 kept us company as we headed eas all day, with its easy bends and gentle cambers. With traffic light and the bikes feeling good it had been hard to keep the speed down. A thousand road signs made sure you knew that the limit was either 35 or 55mph. If you didn’t get the message from those then the regular yellow warning signs identifying moose and elk areas made sure to get your attention.

We’d passed Romford, Mexico, Norridgewock and Skowhegan before stopping in Canaan. We’d been dry all day until now. We’d stopped for a bum break and seconds before walking into the gas station the downpour hit, we were sodden in seconds. C’mon you’ve got to be kidding?

We were in need of dougnuts and ‘cquoffeeeee’ as they see in these ‘ere parts. Dunkin Donuts was as good as any place to dry out. 20 minutes in and Sylvester and checkout girl knew pretty much our whole story and were still keen to ask more questions. It was a fun little stop and with the rain outside easing and our water-proofs now on we made a move and hit the road – taking along with us the freebie large packet of donuts given to us by Sylvester!

Off the 2 and on to the highway 95 saw us up to the town of Bangor…”didn’t we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor…”, you get the idea that bloody song was in our head after that all afternoon.

Amhurst and Beddington were up next, we’d fixated on getting to Calais. I’ve got no idea why, but we’d chosen it as our target stop point for today.

We were going to have one little hiccup, well more of a splutter and a sudden stop actually, before we’d reach Calais. 30-miles out and Lisa was waiving her arms and pulling over. She’d run out of gas. No problem she’ll just turn of one of her front tanks. Oh that’s right…she can’t because there both bloody empty.

This was too funny, well it would have been if it hadn’t been for the fact that I then needed to run 13-miles up the road and then back, buy a container and of course fuel for you know who. The whole procedure cost us an hour, that and the fact that the container cost us $11 and had some kind of weird flow nozzle that doesn’t work on bikes and so we used a discarded water bottle as a funnel. Cheap and simple solutions are often the best!

Gassed up we pressed on through this beautiful and deeplu forested landscape – as Lisa kept saying ‘that’s a lot of bloody trees!’ Just imagine when most of this part of the country would all have been like this – forest as far as the eye can see…….. We passed Calais and didn’t even know, we needed somewhere to stop it and it was getting dusk and there was now a higher chance of animals on the road.

It was now almost dark and we’d been treated to a spectacular sunset of yellows, oranges, mauves and delicious orange, we just had to take a few photos. By the time we finished today’s ride we’d made it 320 miles, way longer than we intended, but we finished in style.

We’re camped at Passamaquoddy Bay, in the North-East of Maine, we’re told that this is the first USA soil to be struck by the rising Sun each morning.

We’d arrived and had eaten two donoughts all day, we needed to eat something before putting up the tent and so whilst I sorted checking in Lisa talked the kitchen into opening up and cooking us two lobster rolls…..well it is Maine after all. What a way to end a day. Fantastic.

With talk last night of magnificent Sunrises, we needed to see this for ourselves and so by 4:20am, (Yes really!!) we’d slung the camera gear over our backs, crawled out of the tent on our hands and knees barely awake and had made it down to the edge of the bay. It didn’t disappoint. Rolling mist, pink sun-kissed clouds and dolphins made for a morning to remember. You can check out the photos and let us know what you think.

We’d pretty much just relaxed today. Had a few hours sleep in the sun and even managed to get around to a few bike jobs that we’d been putting off. We rounded our day off in style. Ever since we left the UK, we’d joked about how much we were looking forward to eating lobster in Maine. Tonight was the night. Nope we can’t afford it and yes we eneded up putting the bill on our ‘emergency use only credit card’, but hell, it’s so much more enjoyable spending money you don’t have! We had no side dishes, no sauces, no mayonnaise, just two 1 ½ pound whole boiled lobsters with drawn butter and a wedge of lemon. It was an absolute feast. I kept thinking of my dad (Keith) and how much he’d have loved to have been here. Shellfish etc are one of his passions; he’d have been in his element.

By 10:00am the day ws getting hotter and it was time for us to make a move and so with the tent and gear packed and the bikes loaded we waived and honked our farewells and made our way back dwn the dry firm dirt track and back onto the main road.

We were picking up the 1 (coastal highway) and just heading South. It’s been a gentle day. We’ve taken the small single lanes the run off the 1 where we could and enjoyed the views of the numerous harbours and working ports that we’ve cruised by.

By midday we were finally entering the town of Lubec, the most Easterly town in the USA. We had a quite moment of celebration having transitted the USA West to East for the first time, and we thought of the all the friends and people we’d left back on the West coast and of the wonderful people we’d met en-route East who’d shown us so trust, hosptiallity and generosity. It’s been quite a ride.

The camera memeroy cards were filled after our stop at the famous red and white lighthouse. So famous in fact that we’ve both completely forgotten the name of the place. Again, check out the photos to se if we did the place justice. The overcast sun made it a little difficult and left eh images looking a little flat.

We’ve stopped for the night…I have no idea. It’s a small campsite by a harbor (marked under the GPS file ‘maine 2’, it’s $18 a night and the rain started just as we arrived,so we’ve contructed a cover using a blue tarpaulin, some tie down straps and our old bungee cords. It’s kept us dry whukst Lisa cooked and given me some where to use the laptop.

We're just now cooking our evening meal, rice and fresh steamed vegetable. Coutesty of Jim and his wife this morning.

The rain just got heavier. It doesn’t matter, we’re glad to be back in the tent.