Van-trippin for the weekend. We were off to celebrate a birthday, not mine, not Mom's...Hum? North we headed. Mom would say "Up Maine" Dad would say "Downeast"
Either way we drove north all day Saturday. We fried up some burger for tacos outside the van, at a bird sanctuary along the way. After lunch we went to Fort Point lighthouse, I posed for pictures at the bell house there. This is also the sight of the old Fort Pownall. There is a memorial rock (posed again) near the remains of the old fort.
As the sun was setting we found the most incredible "Arcadian rock" like beach ever. Dad says I can't give up the location as this is now our "very special" place to escape,private and peaceful, and we want to keep it that way! The rocks there are soooo coool! I even found a huge black stripe that ran from land to surf side. We climbed and explored until the sun was gone then off down the road to find a place to vancamp. Found a perfect spot. Warm rain all night to sooth us to sleep. Woke in view of the ocean. Warm fog engulfed us, sun rays poking through. Fantabulous morning. Mom and Dad got coffees and we sat near a harbor and looked across the water to Mt. Catillac and Arcadia National Park. Stunning!.
Long mosey home. Stopped at a roadside farm. I met a Llama, a sheep and a really cool white goat I named snowball. The barn out across the field had a "PEACE" sign Christmas wreath, the folks loved it, they're such old hippys. After all it is a VW Van we're riding in.
We stopped in Waldoboro for a quick break. We walked down by the ice covered river which was buckling under the pressure of the spring melt beginning. You could hear the birds screeching, the church bells ringing and the ice popping. (see video)
It was so warm in the van Saturday night that we left the bed made in hopes of a few more getaways before the summer crowds get out and about.
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