On July 5th 2017 a friend (Mike) and I (Walter) set off from north of Scranton PA on a quest to have a bowl of chowder in Meat Cove Nova Scotia. There was no real plan or agenda other than to get there, camp, eat and be back at work on Monday the 10th. Day 1 was a slog to get as far as we could, as fast as we could so we could slow down once we got to uncharted territory for us. So, it was I84 to I87 to the mass pike and over to 95 thru Maine. We had a general plan to ride thru Bar Harbor but the line of campers blocking the exit for route 1 and backed up all the way down I95 convinced us to roll on to Route 9 and cross at St Stephen post haste. Big signs said "No Photography" and the agent was curt but polite... and we were the only people there but still sat for 20 minutes waiting for whatever they do in the back room with your passport. From there we rolled to St. Andrew and put up for the night right on the shore of the Bay of Fundy. A 700 mile day. The tiny town near the campground had everything you could want to eat or drink but it all closed at 8PM in the middle of summer in a resort on the bay. So, we grumbled a bit about that. Then adapted and overcame by creating a dinner out of a handful of peanuts and two pitchers of some dark local ale on tap at the Red Herring pub. We chatted with some locals about why we didn't have goofy upper Maine accents, what sort of idiots ride motorcycles 3000mi in 5 days, then walked back to the tent and passed out.