Since this is the first in what will be a regular column in The Republican Journal it makes sense to tell you a little about myself and what this column will cover before jumping into my first story.

I grew up in a suburb of Albany, N.Y. and had the privilege of spending a lot of time in the Adirondacks. My parents owned a piece of property on a lake call the Great Sacandaga that had a beaten up old shack sitting on it.

I spend most weekends of the summer and fall up at the lake helping my parents fix up the building — after several decades of work it is now a very comfortable lake-side cottage. When I wasn’t helping on the building I was out exploring the woods, kayaking, fishing or wind surfing.

Growing up around that lake helped me to realize my love for being in the outdoors.

When it was time to move on to college I chose Boston University — hardly in the wilderness. Thankfully I found friends with similar interests to help me find ways out of the bustling city as often as possible. We took regular skiing trips to New Hampshire and Maine and went hiking or camping when the weather warmed up.

My new friends introduced me to rock climbing and ice fishing and I, a former ski instructor, taught several of them to ski.

For the last two and a half years I’ve lived on Block Island, R.I. While there I worked on my windsurfing skills, and took up surfing and clamming.

It seems every time I move to a new place I find something new and wonderful to do, which is why I was excited to come to Maine. So that is what I will be covering in this column — my exploration and discovery of the Waldo County outdoors.

I moved to Belfast a month and a half ago and since then I have been settling in to my apartment and getting unpacked. It was a slow process, but by now I am mostly done.

A few weeks ago on a nice sunny weekend day I felt the need to escape for a while and took off to do a some exploring. I had already driven around the county a little, but I wanted to give myself a slower tour and I decided to take a nice leisurely ride around on my road bike.

I found an 18-mile loop and started off going down Route 1, which at times was a little hairy with passing traffic. However, it offered some amazing views of the ocean, which reminded me a lot of the Adirondacks with its tall pine trees and the rocky shores of its lakes. The ocean I have been used to in Rhode Island is a lot different, more sand and dunes and low lying brush.

After following the coast for a while I took a right and headed inland a ways. The route worked out well. I spent the first half with a lot of up hill riding and hit the largest hill about half way through. After that it turned mostly down hill on the way home, which was nice on the long ride.

The scenery was again reminiscent of my home state. The forests and fields and rolling hills all felt very familiar.

The trip took around an hour and a half to finish and was a nice first go-out. I’m going to look into some longer routes and ones that will take me on some different roads and continue my two wheeled tour of Waldo County.