The dangers of the Internets is people can find you wherever you are and having the satellite tracker just makes it easier.
A few selfies with Jim, we decide to take the short drive back up US-3 to the motel that ended Jean's "Rick must stay in a motel when out on his rides" rule. It has changed hands since his stellar visit in 2002, but it still looks just as dated; the payphone is no longer across the street at the Dunkin Donuts though.
Best Meat in Town and Fine Wines
Sticking to mostly back roads and only using a couple dozen miles of interstate, we stopped in the Muddy Rudder just past the old DeLorme HQ, now Garmin, building and the home of their giant globe Eartha. Probably the most expensive lobster rolls in history were secured; buttery, over stuffed on the perfect flat sided roll served with cole slaw and a pickle. They were awesome.
After checking into our motel in Ellsworth, we stop at Helen's for a pie to take up to Happytown Farm where almost the entire Van Pelt clan has congregated; Betsy and Tim's daughter Maddy is at grad school until Wednesday.
It was good seeing Rick's cousins; it had been a long time, too long in fact, since we all met up. We must do it again and sooner rather than later. We had to call it an early night as there is a long travel day to make the ferry in North Sidney, NS.