A snapshot of our travels.
We returned from Mateo and Adriana's wedding the last week of September and reunited with our home at Frosty Acres near Albany, NY (A).
Our first landing at Frosty Acres - - - - and a view from our 2nd site on returning from the wedding.
From here we really started seeing a colorful progression and transformation of the leaves as we moved further east and north.
We stayed in several beautiful RV parks (B, C, D) as we headed through Vermont and New Hampshire towards Acadia National Park (E) near Bar Harbor, Maine. Of course in Vermont we had to stock up on maple syrup. You can get the maple syrup in just about any variety of containers from glass cabins to large maple leafs, small bottle variety packs and on and on.
At this point we first saw the Atlantic Ocean near Old Orchard Beach, ME,
Hmm - looks like an ocean - a bay actually.
However we soon were treated to a much better and surprising sight than this. Our dear friends Ken and Zita were visiting friends nearby in New Hampshire at the same time we were passing through that very area. This was not planned and we marveled at what can sometimes pass as coincidence. We had lunch in Kennebunkport that included the first crab of our trip - yum.
While in Kennebunkport we couldn't pass up a pilgrimage to - - you guessed it - the Bush Compound just a few minutes from our lunch stop. Now I must say that between the tourist signs in the shops ("How's that Hopee Changee thing going?" referring to the Obama campaign themes) and the demographics of the people we saw (can you say WASP?), we were not in the blue state diversity of Washington anymore.
I will touch more on our experience of being outside our usual comfort zone of west coast liberalville as our travels continue. But I can say we are currently in Virginia as I type this, have visited many Civil War battlefield sites where we are the ones with the accent. We have both been shocked and depressed at the absolute carnage that resulted from the Civil War and the depths "we" will go to defend what we believe to be right. The end of slavery was a moral imperative and the cost was paid in endless blood.
We carry our own prejudices and judgments and we still have the deeper south to traverse.
I know - the beard is getting longer by the minute. The ZZ Top look has pretty much been ruled out. Joanie is ready to trim it in my sleep.
We did miss out on Cadillac Mountain which at 1,530 feet, is the tallest mountain on Mount Desert Island and the highest point along the North Atlantic seaboard. Bar Harbor is one of the most beautiful places. The town itself is very touristy as cruise ships visit all summer long but the outlying coastline and cozy harbors make for a tantalizing summer escape. I do believe the winter gets a bit frozen to say the least.
On leaving we traveled down the coast through Freeport (F), where LL Bean was born -
Can you believe their flagship store has stayed open 24/7 since 1951? Evidently this store has only closed 3 times, 2 of those being a major fire across the street and the assassination of JFK.
Continuing south along the coast through Maine and Massachusetts was incredible as we drove through small fishing ports founded in the 1600 & 1700's; Falmouth, Portsmouth, Gloucester, Newburyport. Since we watched a couple of seasons of Wicked Tuna we had to look around in Gloucester (I still can't pronounce that word) for the boats in the show. We didn't get far as there are a few thousand.
On the way south we also
We had a wonderful stay at Salisbury Beach State Recreation area (G) just north of Boston and met a wonderful couple, Beryl and Bob. Now that's a beard. I guess if it didn't go north it had to go south (sorry Bob) :).
They are just starting out in the RV lifestyle and while sharing a pasta dinner at our place we made the most amazing discovery. While sharing about our future travels I started talking about family and friends we were going to visit in the next couple of months and as I was describing who we knew in Hartsville, SC (no names yet) Beryl exclaimed "Are their names Julia and Finn?" My mouth hit my knees as I said "Yes!" Talk about a small world. Beryl had gone to school at Coker College where Julia teaches and knows them both! What are the odds. We shared the wonder and awe at the mystery of our "chance" meeting at this crossroad.
Well - Boston and Cape Cod next. Until then - Happy Trails.