Mileage: 202 miles
Route taken: Highway 3 through the
Because it was a Sunday I noticed the churches more as I
drove through the small towns of central
My day had started at and the people were already safely inside their places of worship, but the vehicles provided the evidence that they were busy.
Small communities were on Highway 3, but there were all types of denominations; Protestant, Methodist, Episcopalian, Baptist, Catholic, Church of the Nazarene, Calvary Chapel.
It was then I realized how many churches there are in towns. You wouldn’t think would have enough people to fill them, but that theory was resoundingly proven incorrect.
Though I was born Catholic, I have been practicing Buddhism for a couple of years, which in some ways, really is more of a way of life than a religion. I still appreciate the Catholic Church, even if I don’t agree with everything that is taught.
I like Buddhism. It is more about peace than conformity and people are encouraged to find the answers, not given them and expected to blindly follow them. I know this will upset my Christian friends, and I don’t mean any insult, it is just my observation.
I believe there is room enough in this world for several types of religions and if anyone has any type of faith that is good.
My cathedral for this Sunday was the
It couldn’t have been more than 75 degrees and even in August there was crispness to the air that felt more like Fall than summer.
I was going northeast, chasing the trail of the Canadian border. I had originally planned on going through Route 11, which is a little higher up and runs parallel with Route 3, but it would have skirted the mountain range and I would have missed some incredible scenery.
The trees were crowded together like a New York City Subway platform at rush hour, springing up a couple hundred feet in the air.
The forest was not as dense closer to the two-lane road and through it you could spy the occasional pond. My knowledge of trees is minimal, but I did spot Pines, maples and beech trees.
It is massive, six million acres and you feel the enormity when you pass the sign to the entrance half way up Route 3.
first named lake I came across was just before
It was like they were guarding the lake and it made me stay a respectful distance from the water.
The other three are more recreational. There were boat docks at these lakes and people enjoying them.
had breakfast in a little town before
They were locals, the husband living in the area his entire life and it was gracious of them to let me sit at the opposite end of the table. They were extremely pleasant and we talked about the town and motorcycling and each other’s lives. It was a far better way to eat breakfast then to read the newspaper alone.
When I got on the bike, I was invigorated, but Libertad was not. The altitude had messed with the carburetor a bit, and she was being a little difficult.
I had to worry against flooding the bike with too much gas and feathered the throttle while enough air tried to enter the chamber to start the bike over.
took a little finesse, but she finally coughed and spit to signal she
to go. We headed towards
The little resort town is the site of the greatest moment in sports history and I had to play tourist for just a moment.
1980 United States Hockey Team’s victory over the
To actually see where it happened and touch the ice was pretty special. I have always loved hockey and this is definitely the sport’s greatest hour.
The size is what you notice first. The arena is small, with a capacity of 7,800. It doesn’t even look like it would seat that many.
was a lone figure skater practicing her routines on the ice. I and two
teenagers were walking around, though she didn’t even notice us.
Her coach noticed me putting my boot on the ice and yelled at me from the top of the stairs to get off the ice. His voice carried throughout the arena and I quickly complied.
It is the Au Sable Chasm, a box canyon carved out 10,000 years ago during the ice age. The natural waterfalls were formed from the erosion.
I was on the 85-minute ride I came across three women from