Day 1

We left Manhattan at noon for our little Maine adventure. Seven hours of driving, almost exactly. Out of NY, out of CT, somewhere on the road in MA:

Me, on the road.
Pretty rocks along the way. Pretty amazing rocks.

It's not the cowboy way. It's the New Hampshire way.

Finally -- crossing that border. Maine: Vacationland?

Maine: The way life should be?

Maine: Worth a visit?

Lobsters on water tanks and clothes and trash on the highway.
Maine: a mess?

At some point I started thinking, "Maine, methinks thou dost protest too much." Tooting that horn just a little too loudly with all the road signs proclaiming (or questioning) your wonder. Shh.

Clouds in the rearview

Quilt batting clouds

Gorgeous architectural clouds

Mr. Blue Sky (ELO, remember?)

Cottage cheese clouds

All in all, the trip was great. No awful traffic, no rain, no car trouble, no problems, no tickets. The hotel is ok, nothing more. We thought we were going to have an awful dinner, the restaurants all seemed like dives with no customers. A dive with lots of customers can be great, but no customers? Creepy. At the last minute we found the charming part of Belfast (where we're staying), on the waterfront. We picked a seafood restaurant and took our chances. OH MY, lots and lots of fried food. Fried shrimp, scallops, fish, clams, and lots of it. Great batter, fried crispily wonderfully crunchily good. Not greasy, just perfect. We might go back tomorrow.

For now, tired. Stretching out. Sleeping.