We should make it to Bar Harbor today. John Archer witnessed our departure in Seaside 73 days ago, so it’s ironic that our last day is on his birthday, happy birthday John. We have avoided calamity but have had some close calls pedaling. Yesterday while descending a hill at over 30 MPH, both of us hit a major pot hole in the road that was big enough to cradle the front wheel. It had the potential of stopping the descent and catapulting us and our trailers up over the front wheel. With no time to brake, we each instinctively did a ‘jerk the front wheel up, to make a jump’ manoeuver, and let the back wheel and trailer crash through the pothole. Both front wheels made it across, then, there was a little wobble trying to recover, but neither of us crashed. This morning though, looking at Randy’s back wheel, the tire has a split next to the rim, and the rim is cracked. We replace the tire and Randy continues the trip on a damaged rim. About noon my rear tire goes flat. After repairing the tire we continue. Our campground is 10 miles short of Bar Harbor, so we set up camp and then finish riding to the pier in Bar Harbor, arriving at about 6:00. We ask some people who happen to be nearby to take our picture, eat a celebratory dinner on the waterfront, then we, and our bikes, catch the island bus back to our campsite. It’s dark as we get to camp.

— Sent from my Palm Pre