(Editor’s Note: This week’s blog was prepared by Ed with no input from Patty because she is currently attending a “Sisters’ Weekend” get-together. We will report on Sisters’ Weekend in the next blog assuming there are some aspects of the weekend that are suitable for publication on the Internet.)
This week we were Down East in Maine. There seems to be several definitions of Down East but it is typically defined as the Maine Coast from Penobscot Bay to the Canadian border. We were very fortunate to have both friends and relatives in Maine so we spent most of the week parked in their driveways and sleeping in their guest rooms. The only negative is that it reminded us how comfortable houses are as compared to our trailer Airstream (We have had a request from relatives to not use the word “trailer”. I guess we should stop telling strangers we are homeless too.)
Our first Maine hosts were Don and Lee Holmes, our friends from the three years we lived in Puerto Rico. They live in Sedgwick, right on the coast, with their sailboat moored a few minutes from their home. Don works from home and we were impressed with his ability to work on a beautiful summer day with that sailboat just waiting to be used. Here are some photos from our wonderful stay with Don and Lee:
Acadia National Park is just up the coast from Sedgwick so we went on a one-day whirlwind tour. We should have known better because:
- Our friends told us Acadia is overrun by tourists during the summer.
- Ed’s first rule of enjoying nature is: “Go where the people aren’t.”
But, we were so close we had to go—here are some photos:
Patty on a carriage road next to Eagle Lake. Carriage roads were originally built by the Rockefellers and they run throughout the park. They are wide, made of packed crushed rock and probably the best place to ride bikes we have ever found.
Another beautiful Maine day at the beach—55-degree water and no chance of sunburn. Yes, people were swimming even though it would have taken the lifeguards some time to take off their sweatpants, sweatshirts, etc. if they actually had to rescue somebody.
Seriously, Acadia is a beautiful National Park and we plan to go back. However, next time it will be after Labor Day when, as everyone tells us, the crowds are greatly reduced.
Our stay at Don and Lee’s was better than any Bed & Breakfast we have stayed at and the company was even better. If their homeowners association doesn’t ban parking Airstreams in driveways, we will definitely be back. By the way, their poodle Watson is the smartest dog we have ever met—we are told he understands more than 100 words.
Our next Maine stop was at the home of Patty’s cousin, Jill Bixby, who lives on a lake near Oakland. Although our stay was short we had a great time, with a dinner feast and more great company. Here are a couple of photos:
All in all, we have to say that Maine is the favorite place we have visited so far on our trip. Certainly the scenery was beautiful but the people we visited really made it memorable. Thanks to all the Mainers!
We are now back at Winhall Brook in Vermont (see the last blog). We have returned here because Patty’s Sisters’ Weekend get-together is being held at her sister Eleanor’s Vermont house, about 30 minutes away. While we cannot yet report on Patty’s weekend we can tell you what Ed has been doing on his self-declared “Bachelor’s Weekend”. Without you-know-who to slow Ed down, he has been looking for more challenging outdoor activities. Here are some photos:
You may wonder if Patty worries about Ed going on these solo excursions considering both his age and the fact that he had an incident of heart arrhythmia last year. The answer is yes and, due to her concern, she approved purchasing a satellite emergency notification device that, when activated, would allow Ed to be rescued by Forest Rangers, Park Police, Coast Guard or whoever the appropriate rescue agency would be. It’s sort of like the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” device but for more adventurous people. It’s more like “I’ve fallen off a mountain and I have a compound fracture.”
Ed decided to get in some kayaking today and here are some photos:
On Grout Pond. Not as good a movie title as “On Golden Pond” but Grout Pond has been compared favorably to the pond in the movie (at least by the woman in the campground office who suggested we go there).
Maybe feeling a little too adventurous on his Bachelor’s Weekend, Ed picked up two hitchhikers near Stratton Ski Resort on the trip back to our campground. They had hiked the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to the top of Stratton Mountain but then decided to take the ski lift down the mountain because it was free. Unfortunately, taking the ski lift up is not free so they were now trying to get back to the AT to complete their hike to the end of the trail in Maine. Judging from the length of their beards and the aroma that remained in the car after they left, they definitely had been on the trail a long time.
This afternoon Ed biked and hiked a few miles to Angel Falls for some relaxation and solitude (there had been two canoes on Grout Pond). Here are a couple of photos:
Ed rereading Walden on his Kindle next to Angel Falls—Thoreau would not approve of the Kindle. As he wrote, our inventions are often only “…improved means to an unimproved end.” But our Kindles are essential on this 9-month trip with no access to public libraries except through the Internet.
That’s it for this week’s blog—tune in next week to find out (hopefully) what happened during Patty’s Sisters’ Weekend. Until then, here’s another of Ed’s favorite Thoreau quotes: “That man is rich whose pleasures are the cheapest.”