Taking a Road Trip on the Harley with my Dog.

I got up early this morning and packed up my springer Harley. I put the dog in her new box, then made a stop to gas up the Harley. Today we’re doing a “Mountains to the Sea” ride in Maine. We rolled from Sabattus to Rangley, to just north of Camden, then back to Sabattus. According to Map Quest this is a brief description….

“This 260-mile loop across central and western Maine takes you from the rolling lakes region to the western mountains and out to the midcoast. The entire journey involves roughly 5 hours and 30 minutes of total drive time without stops.”

We got rained on a few times, but once we were out of the hills and headed towards the ocean, we got a blow dry at 70 mph. We’re back home now and I’m tired. The poor pooch is wore out and snoozing on the couch. But it’s a good kind of tired. It resets my attitude back to zero, and I’m doing fine. It’s called Wind Therapy, and it’s cheaper than paying a shrink.

I’m only posting a few pictures of the highlights of the trip. This is my service dog Ryland sitting in her dog box at the overlook for the Height of Land, near Oquassic Maine.

One of the ponds on the side of the road near Byron, Maine.

Overlooking the Height of Land, at Lake Mooselemeguntic. I don’t think I spelled it correctly, but I can pronounce it.

Stopping off at Sarge’s Pub for lunch in Rangley.

Having a 22 ounce Guinness while waiting for lunch.

Ryland sitting under the table while I’m eating lunch. She’s doing exactly what she was trained to do.

Rolling up on the ocean in coastal Maine.

We don’t have much in the way of sandy beaches here. We do have a few, but what we have is a lot of rocks. And on those rocks are a lot of Dumpster Ducks. (Seagulls).

Ryland stayed tucked away in her box with her face against my back. She would sit up as we slow rolled though towns to look around at the cars passing by. Yet once we picked up speed again, she Tucker her face behind me in her box. I reckon she didn’t like being pelted in the face with high speed raindrops. Can’t say I blame her.

One thing’s for certain — I’m putting a windshield on the springer. Wind whistling through my ears is a young man’s game. My hearing is just a shrill whistling about now, and I didn’t like being stung in the face by the cold rain coming across the mountains from Canada any more than my dog did. I know, I know….get a full face helmet, Jim. I use one for the winter riding, but don’t want one in summer heat. So….windshield it is.