96km/60m, 5hrs 56mins, 16.1kph/10mph, 881m/2863ft of climbing.
The Appalachians hereabouts are elusive, and irritating to the bicyclist. Instead of going up to the top on one side and then down to the bottom on the other, as any sensible mountain would, they are corrugated. No sooner have you sweated up a couple of hundred feet than you lose the height you've just gained, and have to do it all over again.
Nonetheless a nice day's ride today. A little cooler than yesterday, with less wind. And at the end of the journey The Wilson Lake Inn; a motel, but easily the nicest place I've stayed in so far, nice accommodation in a spectacularly beautiful setting.
I was lucky to get a room here, because my unheralded arrival coincided with that of the Maine heart and lung foundation's annual cycle trek across the state to raise money. Over 1600 cyclists and various hangers-on, who have booked every hotel and motel room for miles around, apparently. However, having told me I was out of luck the nice lady checked her register and discovered she had one room left. Joy. And, of course, I find myself surrounded by cyclists so have the rare luxury of blethering on about bikes and biking to my heart's content.
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