It was drizzling and it was damp on Friday night as I headed to camp.
I loaded up my sidecar and rode out into the rain.
On the road, I’d like to freeze as I motored up north looking for trees
but before I could hit the woods I got stuck in the Rumford homecoming parade.
It was raining to beat the band as I came down over the Height of Land
And it was something kinda like a miracle that I’d survived.
When I hit camp, my hands were shaking, I was shivering cold, my back was aching
But after a hot bowl of Mike’s beef stew I felt kinda’ revived.
The gang stops for a moment by Cupsuptic Pond on Sunday in Oxbow Township near the Canadian border. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Mike points the way forward on Sunday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Myles snakes his fish while Johnny Sideburns hits the gas on Sunday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Thermos smiles for the camera on Sunday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Sue and Scott scoot on down the trail on Sunday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
Saturday, it came off clear when all the rest of them started to appear.
There was John and Keith and Bill and Myles and the other Mike.
Johnny Sideburns, he was there, and Sue and Scott are quite a pair.
I can’t forget Thermos and Jessie, who rode in a two-wheeled bike.
Bill found a dead grouse out on the road and it so fresh it wasn’t even cold
and Thermos thought that bird’d taste good around suppertime.
Fried in beer, wrapped in bacon, let me tell you, man, he wan’t mistaken.
That thing resembled something a lot like chicken and went down wicked fine.
Bill found a dead ruffed grouse on the road. Thermos decided to cook it. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Two bottles of Miller High Life were sacrificed in cooking the ruffed grouse on Saturday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Ruffed grouse, wrapped in bacon, sizzles in the skillet on Saturday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Keith and Myles watch Thermos work on cooking the grouse on Saturday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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In the end, the ruffed grouse tasted a lot like chicken. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
It got warm on Sunday and we set forth, pointing our handlebars generally north.
The leaves were pretty, so I switched on my video recorder.
As we rode on and on and on we went right past Cupsuptic Pond
And ended up right there on the Canadian border.
To our surprise, there was a guard sitting there in his patrol car
Miles and miles from anywhere and impossible to miss.
He got out of his car and ambled over, pointed and said, “Right there’s the border.”
Then he squinted and said, “You can’t go any further than this.”
I snapped a selfie with Border Patrol Agent John Crosby Jr. on Sunday with Canada behind us. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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When we found the border, miles from nowhere, we met Border Patrol Agent John Crosby Jr. sitting in his vehicle. He was armed, but quite pleasant. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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When we found the border, miles from nowhere, we met Border Patrol Agent John Crosby Jr. sitting in his vehicle. He was armed, but quite pleasant. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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A post and a cleared swath through the woods marks the Canadian border on Sunday in Oxbow Township. The border was finally set by the Webster–Ashburton Treaty, signed August 9, 1842, 22 years after Maine became a state. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Johnny “Sideburns” Culpepper and Myles Simcock ride by the border patrol agent’s SUV near the Canadian border on Sunday in Oxbow Township. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
A post and a cleared swath through the woods marks the Canadian border on Sunday in Oxbow Township. The border was finally set by the Webster–Ashburton Treaty, signed August 9, 1842, 22 years after Maine became a state. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
Border Patrol Agent John Crosby Jr. was nice enough to pose for a group picture with us at the boundary line on Sunday. Behind us is Quebec, Canada. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
Then, all at once, he cracked a smile and we ended up chewing some fat for a while
And it turned out he was pretty cool for a G Man.
We took some pictures and he jumped right in, then I even got a selfie with him.
Then we put on our helmets and we all shook hands.
Then, we rode south and all around and some folks even went into town
But I took some pictures and heeded back to camp for a brew.
We gathered round the fire late that night and it’s possible a few of us even got tight.
Then, I pulled out my guitar and I believe I played a few tunes
Thermos (from left) Sue, Scott and John enjoy the campfire Sunday night in Upper Cupsuptic Township. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
All in all, it was a wicked good time and pretty damed close to paradise.
And I’ll tell you right now what I think if you really wanna know.
Get yourself a bike, learn to ride, head for the woods but make sure you find
As nice a bunch of folks as I did before you go.
There’s something more I want you to know before I can let you go.
There’s someone to whom I want to dedicate this song.
North to south, east to west, as a sidecar pal he was the best.
Please lift your your glasses to the memory of Buddy the Dog.
Buddy the Dog , Scott’s friend and sidecar riding partner from Maine to New Mexico, has gone on to whatever paradise surely awaits all good dogs. We’ll miss him around camp.
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I stopped for a photo in the woods on Sunday. The leaves was getting there, but not quite in fill bloom. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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A colorful hillside in western Maine gives way to evergreens and sky on Sunday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Johnny Sideburns makes supper by the fire on Sunday night. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Cupsuptic Pond ripples in the breeze on Sunday in Oxbow Township near the Canadian border. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Johnny Sideburns attends to the fire on Saturday. It was cold all day. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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John always rides slower than everyone else and stops to take pictures, like me. Unfortunately, he found the border on Sunday after we took the group photo. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Johnny Sideburns has a Ural and lives in Portland, like me. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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John lifts the chair on Sunday. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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A stream I encountered on Sunday, somewhere in the woods near the Canadian border. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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With his Ural in pieces on his garage floor, Keith rode his Yamaha TW200 all weekend. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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My bike sits in a clearing, somewhere on the way to the Canadian border. Troy R. Bennett | BDN
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Fellow rider John Kraus of Standish motors his sidecar bike down a woods road in western Maine on Sunday with fall colors on all sides. Troy R. Bennett | BDN