Look Mom, I'm bike touring

      The trip has begun.  The flights out didn't work out quite as planned thanks to the overly responsible and competent site known as cheaptickets.com.  We missed a layover in New York and forced to spend the night in a land where we felt very out of place.  So the next day we caught our flight to Bangor, hopped a shuttle to our paid for unenjoyed hotel for the night before and assembled our bikes/lives. Thanks to Cody at Wasatch Touring for teaching us the skills to get our bikes back into working form.
         We have made it to the busting metropolis of Sullivan, Maine.  We love the scraggly forests and the lack of mountains.  Its only day two of riding and our muscles are already yelling at us after 40 miles.  The weather has been overcast but so far dry, although the clouds are threatening pretty harshly. Knock on wood, but with the 8 tires on our caravan we have not had a single flat yet either.  This is still just the begining of our adventure and I am drooling like a teething baby for more.  Love you all and I hope your jobs are almost as much fun as this.

*B-rad