Bangor, Maine

GPS was not our friend today. Leaving Saint John it tried to take us on gravel roads and to a garbage dump. We went in circles for quite a while (kind of like ground hog day). Finally a lady at the fruit market led us through the maze of highway signs and entrances with her vehicle. She said all this work and signage was new and the GPS wouldn't recognize it. Something to beware of with the bikes as it often wants to autocorrect by taking us on impassable trails. After the border we took a wrong turn again looking for the coastal highway and pulled our second groundhog day that seemed to last forever. Once we got on the right road #1 south, it was really pretty. Maine is different than I expected though. I guess I expected scenery like "the Great Gatsby" but it was a lot like New Brunswick with different architecture. Erik found his lobster heaven finally: great prices and shops boiling up lobsters in pots right on the roadside. We had generous tasty lobster rolls for lunch in a little cafe. Ended up in Stephen King's town, Bangor. Lucky to get a room as there was a giant music festival by the water. We went and listened to the blues from the sidelines for a while in the evening. No pics today.