Day 8 Maine at Last

     I saw the sun rise into the mist over the White Mountains this morning. I just love the mountains. We took our time getting ready and the fog was gone by the time we got on the road. Our drive took us past Mount Washington where the weather observatory has some of the worst weather on the planet. We drove along US Hwy 2 across Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine, through dozens of little towns and farms.

     Every town had beautiful old houses and churches. Many of the old houses had the barn attached (now a garage). The farms had amazing old barns. I love the New England style architecture of the houses – most with a two story main section and several one story additions with dormers. Sort of a cross between a Cape Cod and a Colonial. Even the new houses are designed to look like they have been built over a period of many years – section by section.
     We had to watch the map and GPS all day because the road rambled so much between the mountains, along dark rivers and through the countryside. We liked this part of New England and want to come back to spend more time in the little towns. We were tired by the time we hit the road to Mt. Desert Island where we are camping. The traffic was heavy on the two lane road that is the only way onto the island. Our campground is right on Frenchman’s Bay off the Atlantic Ocean. The weather report says that we will have sunny and 70+ weather all week while we are here. I cracked open the second bottle of Tim’s Spanish wine to celebrate our arrival at the Atlantic Ocean.