October 5, 2019
Day 0: getting to the starting point
Atlanta to Bar Harbor
From the moment I walk through the airport door; travel by commercial aircraft becomes such a chore; but the reward for the travel; begins to unravel; when I see the scenery on the Bar Harbor path along the shore
I went to bed at a decent hour last night and I still woke at 2:00am in anticipation of the upcoming trip. At 3:20 I finally decided to depart the hotel bed and hop on the air train to the airport. Ten minutes later I was in the airport, printed out my boarding pass and walked 2,563 steps to the gate (according to Fitbit)
Traveling at this early in the morning meant I was already in BOS by 7:45 so I had a ham, egg, and cheese muffin and cup of coffee from the LOUDEST Dunkin’ ever! Or, in Bostonian - wicked LOUD!
Now I don’t know how many of you have been in a small plane. And by small, I mean SMALL - you may thing a Canadair Regional jet is small, but how about 8 seats small, and one of those seats is for the pilot! The only thing smaller than that is a private plane. And it’s been years since I’ve flown one of those (I’m no longer current). So when the ground crew asked, “does anyone want to ‘be the co-pilot’ today?” I didn’t skip a beat for a chance to sit in the right seat. And that’s all I have to say about that.
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So once I arrived at Bar Harbor airport, I noticed the temperature was 53 instead of Atlanta’s 96+ this past week. Then it was onto the free shuttle bus to get into the village. After that, all that was left was to walk the town, assemble my bike, and then get something to eat. So that’s that and tomorrow I start putting miles under my tires!
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