Heading south from Bar Harbor

After 10 glorious days in Bar Harbor, it was unfortunately time to leave.  There was a taste of fall in the air, and oh, my I miss that.  

Norm decided to take the challenge of driving this 41 foot motorhome with a car attached south on Route 1 for a more scenic drive.  I was so glad he drives this monster so well as we wound down small streets and quaint little towns, squeezing us between cars parked on either side of the roads. 

 Driving in a motorhome gives you an amazing vantage point, allowing you to easily see over jersey barriers, stone walls and sometimes even privacy fences.

Our route from Massachusetts, to the White Mountains, northeast to Maine, then back to Massachusetts. 

After several hours of picturesque yet nerve wracking travel we jumped a short distance on the highway and arrived at Wassamki Springs Campground in Scarborough, Maine where we were met with 96 degree temperatures and the humidity to match!  Reality hit me like a brick.  We are going home where weather like this lasts for months on end. ( That’s why we go north each summer ).

I was told by my a neighboring RV’er that the hiking in the area was fabulous, but the thought of hiking in this heat just didn’t appeal to us, so we did the unusual – went outside where it had a lovely breeze,  relaxed and did a bit of reading.

The next morning we woke to weather predictions of a horrific storm coming through that morning, so we decided to maintain our lazing attitude for a while longer.  Just before lunch the storm came in, blowing torrents of rain horizontally across the campground, beating at the motorhome as we sat sipping coffee inside.  Oh, this is so much cozier than a tent!

After lunch the storm had passed leaving behind it a cloudless sky and crisp cool air.  Oh, what a difference a day makes!  We wanted to re-visit some quaint sea towns, so we jumped into the car to drive along the coast, taking in a few lighthouses along the way.

A gorgeous day and a view of one of the lighthouses at Two Lights State Park. We couldn't figure out where the other one was.

What we discovered was that taking a coastal road doesn’t guarantee you coastal views.  We explored side streets and back roads, catching mere glimpses of the sea. Our friends spoke of Cape Elizabeth and its Two Lights State Park, so we headed there.

Standing on these rocks you would have sworn they were petrified wood! I had to touch them to understand they were actually rocks! Doing an internet search on these rocks I learned that the rocks here at Twin Lights State Park are "metamorphic rocks" and are thought to be 380-405 million years old.  Fascinating.

 A charity bike event was going on that had us painstakingly dodging hundreds of riders as they ambitiously peddled the narrow, tree lined, winding roads.   

After an hour of playing dodge-um with the bikers that were everywhere on every street, we decided to leave the area and head toward Kennebunkport.  The drive seemed to take forever, and apparently it did since we finally arrived in the adorable little seaside town of Kennebunkport at 4:40PM.  There was a cluster of shops that just begged me to enter, but most closed in twenty minutes.  In one shop that stayed open, Norm and I finally found a much needed decorative accessory for our barren dining room table, coupled with a bowl I just received from my brother-in-law that was my great-grandmother’s,  so our home will look a little more complete.

This is a strange menu item. Perhaps the chef thought that a nice, cold beer on this warm summer day would suit his customers better! Norm would sure agree!

We headed back and arrived at dusk.  

September 12, 2016

Arriving back in the Boston area, we had a very busy three days seeing both sets of grand-children, I got my hair done, and Norm had the oil changed in the car. Partner all that with a couple of dinner parties, and it was a very busy time.  Norm also had a chance to meet up with a couple of his old fraternity brothers one afternoon.

While we were driving, once we got to the end of the Massachusetts Turnpike, Norm wanted to take the “road less traveled “again.  Driving on the smaller country roads is so much more enjoyable, and you see so much more of the cities and towns – especially when Google Maps tells you there is 7 incidences of road construction on the Interstate Route.  You don’t see too many large motorhomes out here, though!