The skies were clear, but the temperatures were high. It was good to be done by noon. Over 42 miles around Greenwood, Maine.

The pitch of this next climb was a challenge, but you can't tell this from the photo.

The sign on the porch read, The Old Squire's Farm. Local author C.A. Stephens wrote a series of stories back in the late 1800's about cousins living with their grandparents in this part of rural Maine. Those who live here can recognize how close to life these stories are and even see the places that exist.

Next are three views from one of my local rides in Fryeburg Harbor.

And a gravel ride up Wild River Road in the White Mountain National Forest.

Wild River Campground.

Then the abandoned railroad bed degrades to a trail as it follows along the river.

And the bike stops here:

Just before this is a trail junction where one trail crosses the Wild River. A few years back, the Wild River proved its name once again and wiped away what once was a suspension bridge.

It looks a little difficult to cross here now.