The terrain was so great this morning we made 9.3 miles by 11:30 to hit the road into Rangeley. There was some trail magic happening at the road, the first magic we’ve had in Maine, and the lady also have us a ride into town. We’re checked into a motel situated right on the lake and spent the afternoon watching the planes land on the water. The owner of the motel gave us the keys to his truck to go to the grocery store. We got some BBQ and are ready to hit the trail again tomorrow.
