Yesterday, in attempts to visit a clam shack in Freeport, I, the designated navigator, took a wrong turn. It started in Brunswick, Maine, just after we'd finished a great meal at the Fat Boy Drive-In. We were head up northwest, then slightly south, of Freeport, which was only about 20 miles away. 3 hours later, we were huffing and puffing up the 50th steep hill we'd encountered - the hilliest part of our journey yet. Along the way, Dan made a makeshift iPhone holster on his handlebars so he could record some shots riding up and down the hills. We finally arrived to the location of the dropped pin on my Google Map - 174 Yarmouth Road in GRAY, Maine (not Freeport). Instead of kicking over my bicycle in a tantrum, I winced and came to terms with the fact that we wouldn't be visiting the clam shack until the next day. Dan and I slowly pedaled our way to Freeport for the night. Although sore, we made it to Cindy's Chowder House today, and we are all smiles now!!