So we're on vacation and the car is missing...
Trip Start Jun 18, 2009
20Trip End Jul 27, 2009
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We awoke this morning in our cottage in Bass Harbor and carried the laptop around the house until we found an unsecured signal we could leech. Checking my messages, I discovered an email from my downstairs neighbor telling me my car was no longer in the driveway. WTF?!? Mild panic set in, but hey, that solves the whole 2 car to 1 car moving dilemma, right? We left a message with our down-downstairs neighbor who has the keys to see what's the haps.
But the weather is spotty at best, so we had to get moving to get a ride in before the rain. Apparently, Julia's normal gait is being interpreted by Tlaloc as a permanent rain dance. Exhibits A-D: Ironman, Ironman, Wedding, Honeymoon. As a result, you should expect the next few days of pictures to be on the dark and gray side. The weather map is basically just a picture of a clown maniacally laughing at me. The sweeping vistas are probably not going to be seen in the first week or so - our initial foray into Canada is looking pretty bleak too. For those just here for the pictures, check back in a week or so. For those here for the bad jokes and worse puns, jackpot!
It was all a little disappointing considering the beautiful day we had for the drive up from NH. It was bright and sunny as we cut across to Portsmouth and then up into Maine on 95. I don't drive like I did as a teenager so coming into Maine was a bit of flashback moment. I was flying past other cars - and I was going only about 10 mph (16 kph (once you're close enough to Canada, everyone seems obliged to list in both Imperial and Metric)) faster than the speed limit. I slowed down a little to peep a license plate that was a little different than the standard "Vacationland" plate and I figured it all out. It had a nice little motto emblazoned around the edge: "Maine: We go the speed limit because it just seems like the right thing to do." They really are a little nicer and a little different up here.
In case you stuck around this long to find out about the car, it's fine. Our down-downstairs neighbor took it out for a spin to remind herself what driving a stick was like. (Cue: Marsha).
Six more days in Maine, then on to Canada.
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