Climbing the mountains, well, small ones

The main purpose of our visit to Maine was 1. lobster, 2. steamers (clams), 3. mussels, 4. see my son and daughter-in-law, 5. bike in the coastal "mountains of Maine. In descending order, the lobster was scrumptious; the steamers were great and I got them all, because then other wimps turned up their noses at the crustacean protein; the mussels were to die for; my kids were happy and let us do our things; and Cadillac mountain at 1530 feet was doable, but boring. I hate the granny gear, but god made it for a purpose: helping grandpas. Am I ready for the big mountains, after summiting Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park? I have no idea. But I did it without too much pain. See you in the San Bernadinos?