Day 4 Eagle Point, NH to Sunset Point, ME

On the morning of day 4 our electronics were recharged, we were well rested and best of all, we were dry!

Waking up in a double bed on a cloud like mattress (compared to my sleeping mat anyway) I felt refreshed and ready for another great day of riding.

With our stay, we got a free buffet breakfast which consisted of a bagel, a mini blueberry muffin, apple sauce, orange juice and coffee. Whilst we ate, we happily planned our route with the knowledge that there was no rain forecast for that day. Again we really wanted to make some headway so we were eager to get back on the bikes.

As I started loading up my bike, over 100 cyclists passed just behind us. It was so funny watching them and waving, thinking it was the end of the line only to have twenty more appear!

Another favourite ride of the trip was through Crawford Notch State park. We really lucked out to ride through it on such a beautiful day. The green mountains and twisty roads were a dream to ride. I am definitely at my happiest when exploring on my motorbike, especially on spectacular roads like this and on gorgeous sunny days like these!

We made really good progress distance wise and it wasn’t long until we were in Maine. We had found a beautiful campsite called Sunset Point Campground known for its views and peaceful surroundings. Even the name sounds lovely doesn’t it?

We arrived at a very quiet campground at 5:00pm and felt very aware of the noise we were making. We hurriedly rode up to the office and I saw that there was a poodle being groomed outside of a motor home. I turned off my bike with haste so as not to disturb anyone further and of course it backfired causing a loud bang, spooking the poodle (and probably ruining the groom) and everyone else around. Very smooth Emily.

Backfiring is a common occurrence with Suzuki Boulevards/Savages. All it is, is unburned fuel igniting in the exhaust system, nothing to panic about at all just a little quirk of the bike. At first I was a little worried but after scouring the internet and checking the bike over, I’ve accepted the occasional pop and have grown to love it. It’s great fun watching passers by jump when it backfires and never fails to make me giggle. I can do some tinkering to stop the pop but where’s the fun in that?

After pitching our tent and unloading our bikes, we headed to the nearest shop which was twenty minutes away. I hopped on the back of Mitch’s bike to save on fuel (we’re real penny pinchers you know) and he decided not to wear a helmet. In the state of Maine, you don’t legally have to. Legal or not, I’m keeping my helmet on because I’m a chicken. A safe chicken.

When we dismounted the bike, a local man came over for a chat. He was so friendly and recommended a pizza place just down the road. It was very clear he was drunk as a skunk but it’s the weekend, so who cares? Well I definitely cared after he gave us a lecture about being safe on the road then proceeded to get in his car and drive away, almost curbing it in the process. We both shook our heads in disbelief at the hypocrisy. We did listen to his advice though, we would definitely be a lot more careful on the roads!

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