Great read from one of my favorite Maine writers. It’s a glimpse of the freedom of early morning on a Mt. Desert Island microadventure.
I wake up at 4am and start looking out my French doors into the darkness of my backyard. It should take me about an hour, I keep telling myself, the last time I biked from Bar Harbor to the Parkman lot it took me a hair over an hour. Yet that was a couple years ago, and I am acutely aware of the softness of my body. I had only rode my bike for the first time the evening before, and I worried what I was about to attempt was more a reflection of my ambition than my ability. Part of me just figured my ability would soon catch up to my ambition, and I would just let the two work themselves out.
While I waited for a hint of light, I dressed for as if for a winter’s hike: long underwear, layers of shirts to wick away sweat, and…
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