It had rained all night long and as I rounded my first corner the bike slightly fishtailed and I began to seriously reflect on my decision to hold off until next summer to outfit the bike with new shoes. Fortunately, by the time I reached the boat launch in Robinson the fog was lifting the car traffic had dried out route one enough to make the remainder of the trip less “interesting”.
The miles went quickly and before I knew it the sun had completely burned off the morning fog. The evaporative effects of the suns rays were causing the freshly cut hay fields to steam creating some beautiful effects. I attempted to photograph a few locations but some things in life you just can’t photograph or express but rather have to be seen to be truly appreciated.
Upon arriving at “Duckman’s” home on Beals Island, I was presented with a pair of knee high rubber boots and a note stating that I need to meet him at the town dock. Taking off leather hikers and throwing them inside the door I donned the rubbers and sped off toward the landing! Well, the Duckman was “patiently” waiting for me at the landing. After brandishing an 8 inch long rusty knife and flashing a million dollar smile, he mumbled something about gutting a tardy individual like a fish . . . I immediately jumped in the boat!
I wished I could have stayed longer on Beals but know I will be returning in November for sea duck hunting with Duckman and his newly acquired 18 foot Lund. The open road beckons, however, and after washing off the morning filth I was once again heading down route one toward Castine.
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For the rest of the Wild Crows Motorcycle Adventure See:
Wild Crows Motorcycle Tour Part I
Wild Crows Motorcycle Tour Part II
Wild Crows Motorcycle Tour Part III
Wild Crows Motorcycle Tour Part IV
Wild Crows Motorcycle Tour - Podcast
The entry was very accurate but I would have to say it was a 10 inch knife that had a razor sharp edge against all that rust, we don't gut tardy sightseers just push them overboard and see if they swim as good as they proclaim... All jokes aside, it was great having you find your way down east and look forward to some crazy gunning in the next several months...
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