Remembering Machias, ME

Machias, ME...just a little bitty dot on the map, but I won't forget that place. We stopped on the way to Canada and stayed in this cool old motel that seemed made for men going on hunting trips. We went to the local diner and had some of the best food we had eaten for a while. They said they had bragging rights for their pie, but we were too full to even try dessert. It was then I realized that this was some kind of layover spot for bicyclists. I saw many riding by the whole time we were eating and stepped outside to see a rails-to-trail station across the street. The next morning I took my bike out and rode on about 5 miles of the trail. The whole thing was great, a peaceful fog, farms and farm animals along the way. When I think of Maine, this is one of the things I know I will do again...and it was all by chance, stopping on the side of the road...