Next morning it's wrap up tight and roll up the east side of the Cabot Trail (BTW, an Italian explorer was an early arrival and, being a somewhat important figure in world history, this trail is named for him. Just Google it.) Onward! Into the "misty moisty morning".



....and when you get that 'why me' feeling as you climb at a significant angle with the wind and rain ramping up the challenge, you can think about the ride endured by adventurers before you on the same track...





Ok, let's go to breakfast at the Clucking Hen