Thus past weekend I had plans, then I didn’t, then I did, and just as quickly, I didn’t again. With so many incredible places and things still on my Maine (Bucket) List, I surely wasn’t about to stay home to watch Netflix on my couch all weekend. So adventuring alone it was!

Once I got home from work on Friday, I planned a pretty adventure-filled weekend in Acadia National Park filled with popovers, sunrises, and summits. But 12 hours later when my alarm clock awoke me hours before I would’ve liked to, the weather forecast had changed for the worse and it no longer made sense to photograph the sunrise from Cadillac Mountain since it’d most likely be hidden behind clouds.

So at 6:15 in the morning I started to look up some other options. By 7am, I was headed Northeast to Lubec, Maine. A place that is nearly always surrounded by fog a clouds, it wouldn’t matter if a storm blew through, too.

West Quoddy Head State Park Lubec Maine

Checking out the West Quoddy Head in the Easternmost part of the US.

Lubec Maine Bay of Fundy

As soon as the tides changed, the weather became beautiful!

By the time I arrived, a town with a population of roughly 1,200 people was swarmed. I arrived during packet pick-up for the 1st Annual Bay of Fundy International Marathon. For today only, everyone assumed I was a marathon runner and I certainly did not correct everyone who asked.

This little, quiet town was booming today. Normally this would probably irritate me, but in all the craziness, I was able to walk into Canada, get my passport stamped, photograph myself at the border, and walk back into the United States with only a hold-up back at the US border. Turns out, only runners were supposed to cross by foot to pick up their racer’s chip. Should’ve had a sign. We’ll see if I have trouble getting in/out of the country in the future…

Beer at Cohill's Lubec Maine

Hanging with and learning from some super cool locals.

Not only did I get to travel internationally on my solo trip, but I also got to meet some super interesting locals while grabbing a beer at Cohill’s. Al told me all about the town and surrounding area, all the way down to the taxes and the school system. I met Roger who runs a whale watching charter, some incredible musicians, and even ran into some marathon runners from the Syracuse-area…11ish hours away!

Now if I was with some friends, we would’ve planned out our weekend, made reservations, driven into Canada (maybe), and would’ve gotten our own table rather than sitting down next to strangers at the bar.

Not that any of that is bad. But look where my solo adventuring took me this time.


While traveling, exploring, and camping alone could seem a little scary (at least for some of us), it absolutely has it’s benefits. As long as you’re smart about it and willing to make plans as you go, traveling alone can be so incredibly rewarding.

Do you travel and/or camp alone? If so, where have your solo trips taken you? Shout it out in the comments below!