Day 1: Mt. Blue St. Park. June 11th, 2018 I woke up and had a had a hearty breakfast of a bagel with egg, ham and potatoes and finished packing up my gear and loading up the bike. It was a bit daunting figuring out what should go where, trying to load the bike as even as possible. My new nelson rigg panniers and monting racks were clutch and did the job just right. After an hour of packing, checking my list and re-packing. I snapped a picture all loaded up and hit the road. I headed north in search of dirt roads and adventure. To conserve battery life of my GPS I memorized the first 30 or so miles of the trip and just cruised down the roads with not a care in the world. (except if my memory decided to take a vacation and I was goin the wrong direction. Within 45 I turned on my GPS and realized a fatal flaw, it refused to tell me what road to turn on and only gave me a straight line pointed in the direction of my first waypoint. Mt Blue state park. I figured I could manage navigating by making sure I was always headed in the right direction. That worked untill I hit the west paris area fillled with large hills and mountains. You can’t just assume that a road headed north will continue north all the way, typically it goes around the mountain. Much to my shagrin I spent quite a bit of time reading the map and conulting my gps and my general knowledge of roads, Triangulation? On rt 17 near mexico maine, I realized my tank bag was sliping and sliding in between my legs so I pulled over and it had melted right in the middle where it passed underneath the tank. I guess the engine heat melted it, first gear casualty and I had barely gotten started, hopefully this wasn’t a bad Omen. Shortly after that I started a knarly hill climb, it was asphault but none the less steep I was hoping there would be a view as a reward and I was right, I pulled over to take in a glance a the mountains. While navigating on the fly I saw a road that ran by a river appropriately called river road, and for a change of scenery and speed. After a mile it turned into a glorious dirt road, I had not been expecting a dirt road untill the Mt. Blue Area. The road quickly turned remote and I was loving it. After 5 miles I came to a bridge and sure enough it was closed. There appeared to be a way around, but after scouting it out I opted to check out the bridge. It was only blocked off to vehicles but there was enough room to squeeze thhe bike through. After passing by the bridge I realized I was on an ATV club’s roads, signs began popping up with directions which was a welcome change, I knew now that I wasn’t aimlessly wandering in the forest. Now back to the GPS problems, my garmin struggles finding less major roads and I had to take a road untill it stopped turing north the find the next road. I would up locating Weld road off of RT.17 which led me right to Mt. Blue St. Park. The roads were very well maintained and free of large rocks and debris but they still moved with the land. I was cruising along as fast as the roads would allow, being sure to slow down for the bllind turns and slowing down to soak in the peak-a-boo views of the mountains. After checking in with the rangers at the park I headed out in search to appease my hungry stomach. I was reccomended to the only store iin Weld that sold prepared food, SkoolHouse Variety. With a BLT and an Arnold Palmer I set out for the scenic overlook so I could snap a picture of my bike infront of the mountainous backdrop. I noticed a sign from the parking area for muli-use trails. I decided to check them out before heading back to set up camp. I quickly realized that this trail was not to be taken lightly, I couldn’t go faster than 10 miles an hour. At one hill climb, there wwas a 40 foot hil that was layden with old cinder blocks imbedded in the ground remeniscant of mayan ruins, it helped quite a bit with grip, I was surprised at how easy the CRF250 took all the terrain that Mt. Blue could through at it. The suspension was smooth and because it’s a 250 very agile and happy on the trails around 10-15 mph. After completing that trail I headed back to set up camp for the night around 5pm. The campsites were less primitive than I had expected, they had fire pits and walking distance to toilets and showers, but more expensive than I expected at $28 a night. Lucklily for me this will be the only Campsite I will pay for on the trip. Other than that the red squirrels drove me nutz during the evening the mosquitoes weren’t that bad but the owls kept me up at night, one of them would yell out whoo whoo, and all the neighbor owls would start singing whoo-mbaya. It was still a great way to end the day.