It turns out that the Eastern Trail runs right by the triathlon start and I've never ridden it south of Saco. The first part isn't so much a trail but signs telling you what roads to be on. Kind of a gyp if you ask me but the signs were clear and the roads were (mostly) back roads so I'll let it go.
|This is the part I had been to.|
|1200 Trail Users|
|This time it isn't wrapped in plastic.|
|This picture has nothing to do with the ride. This is what a fitbit looks like just before it shits the bed - AGAIN.|
Anyway, I got tired of taking pictures after that. Actually, I got tired of just about everything after that. I continued up the coast through Falmouth & Yarmouth. By mile 80 I was at Pineland Market to fill my water bottles one last time and my legs were done. Done I tell you. Somehow I made it home. I'd say this was one of the hardest rides of the year and I'm not sure why. Oh well, there's always next weekend. Loon Echo!