I just got back from my Teen Treks trip and what an experience it was. I had such a great time meeting my six trekers and I could not have done it without the help of my other leader, Hanna. We overcame: rain, thunderstorms, mountains, insane mileage, and mildewy tents. I had an amazing time and it is hard to look back at the last two weeks and remember all of the details.
This is from Day 1, where we walked around Boston and were just starting to get to know each other. Don't be deceived by "EMO" Mike standing far away from the group. We were
all shy that day and that picture speaks perfectly to the hesitance we all had when we started. Also, there are all eight of us. Sadly we lost Caroline and Kayla on the trip. And... if you pay attention you can see that the clouds are already starting to roll in. That is the precursor and a sign of the inevitable rain that we were all ready to face for the next 10 days!
Our first state line! We made it here by day 4 after visiting Gloucester and Salem. I would include pictures but it is just of rain and very little misery. In Salem we did get some sun and were able to tour around the town, meet some locals, and go to a crazy witch museum... more weight. That night little did we know that our destination: Hampton State Beach was an RV Park and would not receive us. Therefore we had to ride an additional 10 miles to a camp site that was kind enough to put us up on their soccer field.
MAINE! We made it in just under a week and got to stay in another campground that night. By then we had stayed in 4 campsites and still have our same rain gear on. Two days later we would arrive in Portland and get to stay in a nice hotel for two nights. Another great perk was that Dan and Mike dragged me to a Portland Seadog's game, but it was well worth it once I got there.
Happy Fourth! We made it to Camden State Park and we didn't get to see any fireworks. The best we got was our cookie cake and a sparkler. Here is our huge Fourth celebration and it was so foggy that night I heard the fireworks were just "colorful clouds". Also, we lost one of our trekkers the day before and would lose another that night due to a family emergency.... RIP Caroline and Kayla.
Finally we made it to Bar Harbor after about two 50 mile days of riding and through several mountains. At this point Bar Harbor seemed lime some mythical town that was beyond our dreams. It was a utopia where we wouldn't have to ride for three whole days. It was great to get in and on the second day we climbed Cadillac Mountain, the tallest coastal mountain on the Atlantic Coast. From there we felt on top of the world, came back and biked our final day to Bangor, and took our bus home the next morning for 6 hours to Boston.
This is from Day 1, where we walked around Boston and were just starting to get to know each other. Don't be deceived by "EMO" Mike standing far away from the group. We were all shy that day and that picture speaks perfectly to the hesitance we all had when we started. Also, there are all eight of us. Sadly we lost Caroline and Kayla on the trip. And... if you pay attention you can see that the clouds are already starting to roll in. That is the precursor and a sign of the inevitable rain that we were all ready to face for the next 10 days!
Our first state line! We made it here by day 4 after visiting Gloucester and Salem. I would include pictures but it is just of rain and very little misery. In Salem we did get some sun and were able to tour around the town, meet some locals, and go to a crazy witch museum... more weight. That night little did we know that our destination: Hampton State Beach was an RV Park and would not receive us. Therefore we had to ride an additional 10 miles to a camp site that was kind enough to put us up on their soccer field.
MAINE! We made it in just under a week and got to stay in another campground that night. By then we had stayed in 4 campsites and still have our same rain gear on. Two days later we would arrive in Portland and get to stay in a nice hotel for two nights. Another great perk was that Dan and Mike dragged me to a Portland Seadog's game, but it was well worth it once I got there.
Happy Fourth! We made it to Camden State Park and we didn't get to see any fireworks. The best we got was our cookie cake and a sparkler. Here is our huge Fourth celebration and it was so foggy that night I heard the fireworks were just "colorful clouds". Also, we lost one of our trekkers the day before and would lose another that night due to a family emergency.... RIP Caroline and Kayla.
Finally we made it to Bar Harbor after about two 50 mile days of riding and through several mountains. At this point Bar Harbor seemed lime some mythical town that was beyond our dreams. It was a utopia where we wouldn't have to ride for three whole days. It was great to get in and on the second day we climbed Cadillac Mountain, the tallest coastal mountain on the Atlantic Coast. From there we felt on top of the world, came back and biked our final day to Bangor, and took our bus home the next morning for 6 hours to Boston.
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