. New Hampshire was a lot less innocent than the first time we drove through it, due to the four huge road-exit signs to the state liquor store, which also proudly advertised that it sold lottery tickets and was open on Sunday. Unfortunately, the Massachusetts welcome center was closed, so we had no map, but we kept on driving. After finally finding a gas station in the sketchiest area possible, where Sigrid had a major panic attack when the creepy Hispanic guy in a wife-beater wanted to take her credit card because it was a 'full service' station, we found a clean and well-lit Target parking lot in a better part of town. We had also found on our driving that day, that the window paint had added a new dimension to our road trip; it had given us a new task, as we felt obligated to see and reciprocate every wave. We now had to be attentive to every car we passed and that passed us and as we got into it, we began coaxing waves out of anyone looking in our direction. All the smiles, thumbs-up, and waving directed our way have kept our spirits up and I hope that we have been helping to make the days of those giving them.
Up at 4:00AM! To the the top of Cadillac Mountain, to be one of the first people to see the sun rise in the U.S.! The view was indescribable above the sea of fog as the sun rose and breeze picked up and began to play with it. We hit the sack for a couple more hours and then packed up and headed out to take the park loop road. The loop road takes you around the main section of the park, the main features being thunder hole (a formation in the granite shoreline where the incoming tide crashes and echoes) , it wasn't as good as it could have been because it was a very calm day; sandy beach, a beautiful beach with some crazy people trying to swim; and Gardens of Acadia, which was our favorite stop because they had gathered all the native plants of the island and grouped them into little labeled ecosystems and each plant tagged with common and Latin names. Feeling like we had gotten a good feel for the park, we stopped in Bar Harbor to visit the whale museum before beginning our drive to Boston. Here we met our first toll roads; we must have paid at least $5 that night to get to Boston's suburbs