September 19, 2003 (Fri)
Bernard, ME to Windham, ME (178/863 miles)
We started for home today. It was 46 degrees when we woke up but Q's furnace quickly warmed things up, so getting dressed wasn't too uncomfortable. We said good bye to Dick and Ruth after breakfast and headed off the island. We stopped in Ellsworth to replenish our supplies and began to retrace our trip up by turning south on US-1.
A road side stand was selling wild blueberries so we stopped and bought a 5 pound box for $10 - no where near the price we'd paid in Canada last year but a whole lot better than what they are going for in the stores in New Jersey. On the way through Freeport we stopped again at L.L.Bean so that Joy could exchange a pair of jeans she'd bought on the way north.
This campground is unique to say the least. We got here at about 3:30. It looked a little junkie as we pulled in to register and we almost left to go somewhere else. Why we didn't may never be answered. The proprietors were what might be described as the typical elderly Maine couple who've struggled all their lives to make ends meet - probably by collecting and selling junk. They seemed nice enough though - even walked Mark down to the campground to show him the site we'd be assigned. In other campsites we've had mountains, lakes, rivers, or nicely manicured lawns out our living room window. Here we have the rusting hulk of an old junk car. The more obviously occupied sites across the way are mostly travel trailers or small fifth wheels that have "been there a while" so have their occupant's lifestyle necessities scattered around. This is not a place where we're likely to stay again.
Q053940 Highland Lake Camping w/e/s $21.40p D
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September 20, 2003 (Sat)
Windham, ME to Wilmington, VT (205/1041 miles)
In the past we've made an effort to seek out state parks somewhere near our route and use private campgrounds only as last resort. For some reason we've gotten away from that recently. Our experience last night has realigned our priorities. Not only was the ambiance rather less than desirable, we awoke this morning to the sound of gunfire. It was probably duck hunters but it was unnerving. So we decided to find a more appealing place to eat breakfast.
It was a foggy trip down US-1. We wondered if it as well as the rain last night were tailings of Isabel. We stopped at a McDonalds for coffee (1/2 reg & 1/2 decaf) and for gas ($1.59/gal - the lowest we've seen anywhere this trip) and finally found a nice little rest area where we could enjoy some breakfast.
As we passed through Kennebunk we discussed calling George and Barbara and making a swing through Kennebunkport for a visit the Bush's but decided against it. Coming into Wells we began to see folding lawn chairs along the road - few people but many chairs. In town we saw signs advertising the huge 350th anniversary party and parade. We were glad to have missed it.
Some businesses along the way:
YUM MEE - Chinese restaurant
Brenda's Bloomers - a flower shop
Bullshirt - a T-shirt shop (we think)
Glad Wags - Dog grooming
Molly Stark was a prominent revolutionary war heroine who lived and did her good deeds in this area. SR-9 across lower Vermont is called the Molly Stark Trail. This state park is named for her. We camped here - in the overflow area - some years ago but we have a nice wooded site this time. After setting up, we hiked up to the summit of Mt. Olga where there is a fire tower, which we also climbed. The trail was quit wet and muddy in places but it was good to get the exercise. Our climbing muscles are going to be sore for a few days.
Q054145 Molly Stark State Park #16 dry $14.00 B
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September 21, 2003 (Sun)
Wilmington, VT to Home (269/1310 miles)
We love driving through the mountains in the early morning. We awoke as soon as it got light, 6:15 or so, and got off soon after. The sky was clear and sunny with only patches of clouds. But fog lay in the valleys accenting the contours of the landscape. Beautiful! It was cool, 47° when we got up, but the sun warmed things quickly. By the time we found a McDonalds (in Bennington) for our last-day-on-the-road breakfast, the shorts we'd put on were more appropriate attire - barely.
Our route south was US-7 out of Bennington, through Massachusetts, and into Connecticut. Then US-44 west to Poughkeepsie and south on US-9w and the New York State Thruway at Newburg, NY. The traffic on the Thruway was unusually light - too early for people to be headed home, I guess - but the Garden State Parkway was a nightmare. There was far more traffic than usual and much faster. We had our cruise control set at 5 mph over the speed limit and we were still in people's way. There were a lot of cowboys out today too - fast little cars weaving through the heavy traffic as if late for something important. Two accidents and a stalled car interrupted the fast pace but slowing for them was almost fun as we knew that the cowboys were being slowed down as well.
One of the accidents had just happened and looked pretty serious. One car, on an approach ramp, was pretty badly damaged and there seemed to be an injury in the rear seat of another. As we approached, a girl who had been leaning into this second car suddenly straightened up and pealed off her t-shirt - perhaps to use as a bandage? She was wearing nothing under it! Someone apparently convinced her to put it back on because she did. It was well that she did because the distraction might well have caused more accidents.
We got home about 1:30
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