Bicycle 1:37:26 [1] 24.6 mi (3:58 / mi) +528m 3:43 / mi
We drove up to Maine in the morning; I didn't go run NP because hills and my knees are not agreeing right now. The drive up was painful: heavy traffic the whole damn way up until Maine. Then we stopped for food and beer in Portland.
We had the idea that I'd meet Lincoln and Jess in Brunswick and we'd bike up to Readfield, and my sister and her bf would drive their car up. But Jess has been sick (and just got back from France) and my knee is dogging me and we didn't want to delay the rest of the party, so we went straight to camp and Jess drove up and Lincoln biked up.
Our plan, bike south, try to contact Lincoln and see where he was (he was biking with a flip phone and an iPad, seriously) and then bike back. We went down towards Mount Pisgah having a nice ride. Up the Pisgah hill and then there were a series of culverts being replaced so every 100m or so there would be a two or three foot section of dirt. We went over several and on a downhill there was a higher-crowned one and Jess went over it a little aggressively and lost balance and couldn't recover and went down.
It was scary to watch. She got up quickly, before I could try to do an assessment (don't move your head or back) but she seemed responsive enough. She was okay, her bike was okay, her helmet had a small crack (a foam hat for the rest of the ride, and then the trash), scratches and bruises, but nothing too bad. Her handlebars were askew and fixed (she had a tool) and we went gingerly on.
We made contact with Lincoln and met in him Winthrop, and then went up and over the hill and then up Nickerson. By this point my knee remembered that it didn't feel great, but it was okay and didn't hurt after. Also we jumped in the lake, which cures all ills.