Mike wanted to go to Richmond, by way of Route 24. "You lead," he said. "No problem," I said.
Here is the trip, as we rode it, and as Mike intended:
Along the way, we saw one of the several secret gardens where fishermen and sailors grow buoys to mark their anchorages.
Here are buoys in their natural habitant.
After over an hour of what Mike thought was wandering, we stopped and he expressed his opinion of my navigational skills. Look to your left, Mike!
A fishing boat with the obligatory Maine hood ornament
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