The Kancamagus

KancamagusAs we matched all slopes and curves, gracefully chugging along on our iron horses, what kept us driven would be the few days that we could commit to rest and amiable company. Our first stop in Haverhill, MA with Paul’s sister went well and we took advantage of their comfortable couch sections (In fact I am sure our imprints are still there). We may or may not have watched every Rambo installment our first morning. We washed our clothes and organized our gear once more, heading out with repaired muscles.

From Haverhill we had a chance to visit the community of Marblehead, MA and meet some of the individuals who reside there. We met a collection of the most interesting and diversified people I think we could find; they were described to me as people who were a boater, a biker, and/or a crazy friend. Whenever we’re located somewhere and have a chance to stop most locals always volunteer information about the places and buildings around us, which I think is great. I learned that Marblehead’s claim to fame is the origin of the U.S. Navy, because of the large amounts of fishermen who knew the water. I’ve also learned that historic Marblehead is much isolated in mentality and community compared to the rest of the surrounding area.

Pedaling along the coast of Massachusetts was a change of pace from the mountainous passes and peaks we skirted just days before. We saw much of historic Boston and even happened to visit a popular pastry shop just in time for lunch. The brick work and fertilized medians seemed to strike an originality in this city for me. The fact that we carrying only a U.S. atlas impaired our ability to make a clear route through, but instead we opted for the guess and check approach, only to find ourselves misguided twice. Next stop, (Mansfield MA), was my house with my family eagerly waiting to see me after only a few weeks on the road. We had a relaxing visit and were kindly provided for. The Congregational Church of Mansfield held a small fund raiser for us and we entertained guests that were eager to meet with us in person. It was our first function of the sort and was fun to present our trip as if we had flown to the moon and back.

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