We have spent the last couple days on the coast of Maine. When we got up yesterday, we left Bath to drive north to Belfast. First was a stop in Freeport, home of LL Bean. A little shopping ensued, but I was patient as I knew it wasn't as much as they would have liked. We drove up the coast, admiring the foliage, samll towns on bays, and lighthouses. The lighthouses were okay, but there was plenty more to hold my attention. We stopped in Camden for dinner, and though I was left in the car, happy for a nap after an exhausting afternoon, I know someone had lobster because I could smell it when they returned.





We are in a lovely hotel in Belfast on Penobscot Bay. We have a back door that opens on a lawn that leads to the water--like my own giant backyard and pool. Very cool. Today we scratched off the second item on our to do list--Acadia National Park. Mine was Dog Mountain. Clare's was Acadia. Guess what we saw? Another lighthouse!











At every stop I was busy, climbimg rocks like a mountain goat (I only got stuck once!), rolling in seaweed which smelled deliciously like fish, swimming after sticks thrown into the surf, and
digging in the sand like a mad man. Happy days.









We stopped at another natural formation called Thunder Rocks, so called because at high tide the water rushes in in a certain way and makes a thunderous sound. Sadly, we were not there at high tide and could not wait.

This has been our first trip with the GPS and it has worked great. The disembodied voice is a bit disconcerting, but you can't beat eliminating the which way to turn debate at every crossroad. Still much map reading, mostly for planing or nostalgia I think. And we have noticed that the northeast loves the Subaru. The car thinks it has come to a family reunion.

Today I leave you with one foliage shot and one quintessential Maine coast shot. Tomorrow, we head out to our third list destination--Newport, Rhode Island.