Author: lew1994

19oct2016

This one’s for Emily…. I went to Sleepy Hollow. Really, Emily, you should live in Sleepy Hollow – at least in October. I really wanted to go to the cemetery but they wouldn’t let Bird in. Grrrrr. She is so tiny, I just don’t understand why she can’t be considered a van. And, there was nowhere else to park at all. I did a slow drive by and stopped in the turning lane to take a few photos. 

I also drove around some neighborhoods – such interesting homes and all decorated. The town is also decked out – every single light post decorated with corn stalks and scarecrows. 

I’m glad a took a quick tour. 

Then I headed west to see my friend Rose… but I had a few errands to run first. I crossed the Hudson River on the Tappen Zee bridge. They’re building a new one and it’s impressive. But, not as impressive as the Hudson. It’s so immense – to me it seems to me bigger than the Mississippi. I guess not as long but come on, manhattan is an island in the Hudson.  And it’s pretty and blue. 

I had to go to a Walmart in New York before I leave to pick up the rest of a prescription they started but couldn’t complete a month(!!!) ago. Of course they couldn’t take care of it for a few hours so I did laundry and bought the ugliest old lady shoes you’ve ever seen. But they’re so comfy. Clarks. 

Unfortunately I didn’t get to Rose’s until after dark. What a great family she has… a firefighter captain husband, a super handsome and well-spoken teenage son with a firm handshake and the cutest grandson you’ve ever seen. They let me park Bird in their driveway and medicated me for the debate with apple whiskey. We visited through the debate – which I thoroughly enjoyed. 

20oct2016

Rose took me to a real New York Diner, Capital Diner for breakfast then to the village of Neversink which was flooded in 1955 (think O’ Brother Where Art Thou). There is an extreme drought in New York and the reservoir is so low she thought we might be able to see some of the town peeking out of the water. She forgot her camera and my zoom sucks so we couldn’t tell if what we saw was a church steeple or not. Did I mention that Rose is a professional photographer? You should see the photographs in her home and studio. She is really good. http://www.roseschallerphoto.com/

I did see a tap system in a copse of maple trees. It’s interesting, how all the trees are connected. 

Then we went to the America’s oldest winery – Brother’s Winery started by monks. It even remained open during Prohibition. I did a tasting and Rose was the designated driver. Best. Host. Ever. They make some dang good wines. I bought a few bottles but neglected to take a single photo. Duh. 

I had such a good visit. They have a dog, Katie who got along with me just fine. It was so good to get some dog time. I really needed it!  Also – they win best tree contest – hands down.  Hopefully the Schaller family can visit Las Vegas sometime. Thanks for showing me a good time!

21oct2016

Today I headed for Gettysburg, PA leaving the Hudson Valley – wow is it pretty. 

I thought a few days of sightseeing would be good before I hit Washington DC. Give the old dogs some time to heal!  I didn’t make it to Gettysburg because I came across Hershey (and, randomly a tank). If yard signs are any indication, this is Trump territory. I thought I saw Hilary for President signs – but they were Hilary for Prison. Haha. I’m not for either BTW. 

 I stopped at Hershey’s for Chocolate World and took a goofy tour ride and bought a milkshake. It was good clean fun. I’m staying the night in Middlesex PA – and thank Jesus it rained to break the humidity. It was sticky!

Onward ♋+♊

I checked off a few boxes today…. I finally finished Under the Dome. I think it’s the longest book I’ve ever read – even longer than the extended version of The Stand! Whew! What a beast. 

I also had white truffles. By mistake – but what a delicious mistake! I went to a fancy late lunch / early dinner for my last day in NYC. A place that is hailed as having the best pasta in the city. The lunch menu was set up so that lunch included a first and second course. My first course was grilled octopus with tiny potatoes, pickled onions and two incredible sauces. 

For my second course I chose tagliatelle with Parmesan and truffle (oil I assumed). I had noticed an up charge but thought that was if you asked for the shaved truffle. I knew I was in trouble when they (THEY) brought my plate. One guy carried my dish. The other guy carried a locked wooden box. Yup. I did it. He shaved truffles all over my pasta. 

I know that nothing phases New Yorkers. They don’t look sideways for anything. The two fancy attorneys sitting next to me stopped discussing cases and watched. Then watched me take a bite. Then asked me how it was. Hahaha! I’m a total baller! I am so embarrassed that I spent so much money. But…..I am not sorry. It was the best plate of food I’ve ever shoved down my gullet. BEST. I seriously wanted to lick the plate. 

I also accidentally went to Queens. I went to Apple Fifth Avenue which is just a glass block on the sidewalk with a capsule to take you down to the store. No phone for me. I got a Gray’s Papaya for breakfast just because of Seinfeld – and it was there. I fed most of it to pigeons – thinking of Home Alone 2. I went to Central Park- such an unexpected piece of heaven in the midst of concrete. I thought of Home Alone 2. I saw The Plaza and thought of Home Alone 2. Then I thought about how Trump owns The Plaza. Then I remembered he was in Home Alone 2. Ugh. 

I wandered around. Got lost. Left. Drank a beer on the train. Tomorrow I move on. But, I’ll be back. For sure. I’m in no way done with New York City. We got along just fine. 

Onward ♋+♊

Today I had three goals. Katz Deli, Staten Island Ferry, and a new phone. 

I began with Katz Deli. It’s one confusing, wildly busy place. They give you a ticket when you go in and whatever you buy gets put on the ticket and then you turn your ticket over and pay on your way out. 

I ordered the Reuben with pastrami. You order at a counter and the guy carving the meat and making your sandwich cuts off a little for you to try. I consider myself a connoisseur of cured meats. Although, after cooking corned beef every single day of my life for eight straightn years made me wonder if I’d ever be able to eat it again. Katz’s pastrami? The best I’ve ever, ever had. I couldn’t believe how it melted in my mouth. 

I asked for something other than rye (vile seed) and got a huge soft roll. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Two inches of meat, house sauerkraut, cheese and the best Russian dressing I’ve ever tasted. We were doing it all wrong at Jam. This wasn’t a mayonnaise based sauce but vinegar based. It soaks into the bread and the tang cuts through the richness of the sandwich. They serve pickles on the side – both barely pickled and fully pickled cucumbers. So yummy. 

I also got two beers. I mean, come on. A sandwich that big was gonna take two beers. I had zero intention of eating the whole thing. I really didn’t. Then suddenly half was gone. I was reading while eating. I thought I’d pick through the second half. I finished it, too. Literally the best sandwich I’ve ever had. And I’ve had A LOT of sandwiches!  

Off I went to catch a ferry. That involved a bus. I was happy to see that my subway ride to Second Ave transferred to the bus – so it was free. As was the Staten Island Ferry. It’s AWESOME. It’s huge and takes you out to Staten Island – turns around – and comes back. Everybody does have to get off in Staten Island and then you can get back on. It goes by the Statue of Liberty (not close – but close enough for me) and then the return trip gives you the BEST cityscape. Plenty of seats, $4 Heinekens – and it’s a free ride! My kind of entertainment. 

From there I went back to the World Trade Center to buy an iPhone 7 plus. This was at 5pm during peak commute. The subway train was so crowded and so hot I thought I’d die (it was record breaking hot in NYC today plus humidity). Then it stopped and didn’t start for way too long. I felt like Elaine on the Seinfeld subway episode. I was mentally willing it to go. Sweat was pouring down – everywhere. Then the loudspeaker said “This train is…..” Nothing. This train is WHAT????? “Out of service, please disembark and wait for the next train. NO! Can you imagine how awful that was for actual commuters who had worked all day?

I decided to get out of that hot box and walk. It wasn’t that far and I got to see the fountains again. The Apple Store in World Trade Center is enormous and two stories. But, of course…..sold out of the iPhone 7 plus. Have no idea when more will be in. “I just work here.” My least favorite snide remark from a “genius.” Meow. 

I took the subway back to Grand Central to catch the train back. But I really wanted to sit down and have a beer. Fortunately there are many choices. Downstairs is all restaurants. Like a huge food court. Then, at one end of the main terminal there is a store full of every kind of delicious meat, produce, spices, cheese, pastries….. My idea of heaven. I sat downstairs and had a beer while charging my dumb, dies in six hours, phone. I have a Goal Zero charger – thank Jesus. I’ll tell you about my obsession with Goal Zero sometime. 

Then I thought about getting something to snack on back in my room. What!?!? How could I think of food after that monstrosity of a sandwich? My only defense is the amount of exercise I’m getting. One mile is a big day in Vegas. I’m averaging six every day – not to mention all the millions of cocksucking stairs in and out of subways. 

So, I bought two cupcakes – one yellow with chocolate frosting and one chocolate with buttercream frosting. I also bought a super crusty Parmesan baguette at Zabars. I thought maybe I’d save them for tomorrow. Hahahaha. 

Tomorrow I’m going to The Met and Central Park. That may be it for NYC. There is just so much to see and it takes an entire day to get from one end of the city to the other plus one activity. I wanted to get to Rockefeller Center, China and Korea Town, Brooklyn, and so much more! I’m definitely bringing Larry back here. He won’t like getting around but he sure will like the food!

Onward ♋+♊

Larry knows I’ve been struggling to get from my campsite to the train. Why? Because I’m a whiner! Especially to him….isn’t that what husbands are for?
So, he surprised me by getting me a hotel for Monday and Tuesday nights. He got the hotel to rope off a parking space for Bird!  He even made sure they have a shuttle to the train so it’ll be easy for me. Now I can stay another three days! Maybe even see another matinee on Wednesday! 
What an amazing man I have. For all the fun I make of him (come on, he’s an easy target – the one right in front of me), Larry is the best. 

New York is exhausting, exhilarating, intense, huge. I wouldn’t want to live where I’m camping and commute in every day. First, it would be expensive. Second, it would be soooo time consuming. I know people do it all the time. I used to commute into San Francisco from Concord. That was a gnarly commute, too. It is definitely a young person’s game.

Today, in an effort to cut several miles of walking to – and especially from the train, I rode my bike. I saw a marked path through the train yard and thought maybe there was a shortcut for pedestrians. So, I blew right by the guard shack and kept pedaling. I rode and rode….by cops, working dudes, guards. Nobody said a word. Eventually it became apparent that I was somewhere I shouldn’t be. I asked a guy and he informed me I was indeed in a restricted area! Of course! I turned around a rode back by all the guards and police. Again, nothing! 

I swear I would be such a good spy. I get away with everything. Something about the way I look is not threatening. A random person should definitely not be able to ride a bike by guarded gates to train tracks. Even a fat lady on a rainbow cruiser! Just saying. 

That adventure added quite a distance to my bike ride. So, since there doesn’t seem to be bike parking at the train, I locked my bike to a fence on the park side of a huge overpass to the station (what I was trying to go under). I crossed my fingers that it would still be there when I got back. I caught the train back into the city. I only had the 911 Memorial and pizza on my agenda. I decided to go to Lombardi’s because it was in the direction I was already going. 

But, first a little subway mariachi music – wait until the end. The accordion player catches me taping him and I get embarrassed and quickly stop!
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I only wanted a slice but somehow found myself sitting at a table being rushed into ordering — because they were going to close the oven doors???? I didn’t understand. I guess their oven is 1000 degrees and they cook pizzas in batches. If you miss it, your pizza will take a long time. I don’t know what I was thinking but I ordered a small pizza and a salad. It was not a small pizza by any stretch of the imagination! But let me tell you, it was delicious! Charred crust that was just perfectly chewy. Fresh mozzarella and great meat. 

I could only eat two pieces. The server suggested I take the rest and give it to someone on the street. I swear…..I lugged that pizza all the way downtown and never saw a single panhandler. Not one. Another thing: I always heard that there was garbage everywhere in NYC. Not only have I not seen or smelled garbage, it is darn hard to even find a trash can. So far I’ve found New York very clean. Not urine soaked like San Francisco. 
I like it. Everything about it. Living in Las Vegas prepared me well for the prices. I find it very easy to navigate. All I do is go to maps on my phone, put in where I want to go and select the transit option. It tells you exactly where to go, what mode of transportation to take – including train number and arrival time. It’s awesome!
I made my way to the World Trade Center and the 911 Memorial. The new World Trade Center is magnificent. Stunning. 

Outside are the two reflecting pools. They’re beautiful each one is nearly an acre in size and are the largest manmade waterfalls in North America. The names of victims are cut out of the iron surrounding the pools. At night the names are lit from the pool beneath. It’s so thoughtful. 

Then I went into the museum. I really didn’t know what to expect. The first part was the South Tower which holds artifacts like the last column, a piece of the huge antenna from the top of one of the towers, a fire truck from Ladder Company 3 who lost everyone. I watched a time lapse movie called Rebirth that showed the rebuilding – pretty spectacular. They set up cameras from three angles and left them there for the duration of demolition and rebuilding. The movie was shown on three walls. 

From there I made my way to the North Tower. This is where shit got real. No pictures are allowed. You go in and it’s a maze of integrated video, art, graphics, recorded statements. It takes you through from the first plane, step by graphic step. It’s important that there are no photos. The things you see are incredibly disturbing. There are dark viewing rooms with video of everything. I lost it when I went into one and it was showing people jumping to their deaths in up close, graphic detail. Recordings of witnesses to this horror where playing over the images. It was very hard to watch. 
There were personal items found and collected – everything you can imagine. Shoes, helmets, ID badges, notes, bicycles, car doors, pictures. They even preserved a portion of a clothing store where the clothes are exactly how they were and still covered with layers of dust and debris. 
There was a room with a picture of each victim. Another room is in an area above the final resting place of so many unrecovered victims. The floor is clear (you can see the ground below) and on opposing walls are projected photos of victims, one by one, with audio of loved ones remembering them. 
I’m very, very glad I went. I would recommend it to anyone. There’s a lot to see so plan on at least four hours. I left the museum and went back to the reflecting pools – because by now it was dark. I think they were more beautiful at night. 

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I then began my trek home. I’ve got to say, that bike saved by barking dogs! Woof! It was one of the best rides of my life! Almost all downhill. I think tomorrow will be Central Park and maybe one museum. I don’t know which one… The Met, MoMA, Guggenheim, Frick Collection? I don’t know. The Met may be too much. It’s after 1am and I’m still wide awake – something tells me I’m gonna get a late start….if I can even move!  Fiddle Dee Dee – Sunday is another day! 
Onward ♋+♊

Today is my sister Jeanne’s birthday. I love her so much. She is the one who stayed in my hometown of Red Bluff and managed to survive! She sees my mom regularly. She’s been a single mother (and now grandma) to three amazing children for many years….something I could have never done. Jeanne has worked her ass off to survive in a town that has little to no opportunity — doing whatever it takes. 

We didn’t come from the most functional family and the fact that her kids are the amazing people they are is a testament to her heart. How she did it is beyond me……literally. I know she thinks I am the strong one – and I am strong. But it’s easy to be brave and strong when there’s nobody depending on you. I’ve never had to juggle kids and be strong…it’s not in my wheelhouse. I’d beat the shit out of them. Just for the record: Jeanne is my hero. Happy Birthday!

Now… Back to me!! Memememememe. Gross. 

Today I paid the price for yesterday. I have a blood blister on one foot and a regular one on the other. I wore my Danskos yesterday thinking that was the smart move. I worked for a decade in them at Jam. They are the best. Usually. I guess because it’s been awhile since I’ve done heavy walking in them, the friction didn’t agree with my feet. 

The good news is that I’m not on a schedule and so today I punished myself (but saved my feet) by not going into NYC. I went instead to White Plains. I found a drug store and stocked up on moleskin. I went to a wine store (NY laws won’t let grocery stores sell it) — and found Wycliff! It’s a super cheap, delicious sparkling wine — and I thought only sold to service industry. I used it at Jam for mimosas and mimosas sustained me for years. Yum. 

Then I went to H-Mart — an enormous Asian grocery store/bakery/restaurant. Oh man. It was divided into different sections….Thai, Chinese, Japanese, etc. Their meat department had every kind of awesome meat pre-sliced into perfect fans. Pork belly, ribeye… so many choices. I should have taken pictures.  Sauces and seasonings by the hundreds. I’m sure it pales in comparison to what I’d (might still) find in NYC — but this I could drive to. “Bonus,” said my feet. 

If you didn’t know this (Larry does) – I’m a dumpling fool. I’m constantly either trying to talk him into going to dim sum, making potstickers or buying different frozen ones to try. Boy did I hit the jackpot at H-Mart. I got Singapore style leek dumplings, spicy beef and pork dumplings. I also got stuff to make a dipping sauce. Clive blossoms, young garlic shoots, garlic and ginger. 

I documented how I made my dipping sauce. Soy sauce, rice vinegar, toasted sesame oil and sriracha are really good bedfellows. Then just add what you like. I added garlic, ginger slices, chive blossoms, garlic shoots (basically green onions) and lime juice. 

I also bought snow peas and blanched them, shocked them in ice water and mixed them with the sauce I made. 

I don’t get over-the-air TV where I am (which is weird since I’m 30 miles from NYC). So, while I cooked, I watched the movie Moonstruck. It’s so friggin good. I feel deja vu saying this – but the opera scene in Pretty Woman is flat out stolen from Moonstruck. 

Then, I watched Almost Famous. While eating dumplings. I fry them in coconut oil – then add water, cover and pan steam them. The leek ones were so gross. They tasted fishy – but when I looked at the ingredients they were vegan. But – so full of weird fake shit the list was four inches long. I checked the spicy beef ones and they had maybe 10 ingredients. So I cooked them up. DELICIOUS!!! But not spicy. Oh well, that’s what sriracha is for. 

I’m pretty bummed at my punishment for my excess of yesterday. Just kidding. I’m lucky to be in a position to get the blisters and even more fortunate to be able to take a day off — from traveling the country. Hopefully I can walk tomorrow. 

Onward ♋+♊

What a UUGE day! I got up and shagged ass to Croton on Hudson to my new campground. I dropped Bird off in the parking lot because it was too early to check in. Then I walked to the train station. It was a little (lot) more strenuous than I’d hoped.

I did great finding my way around. Bought a round trip train ticket and a metro card. Rode into grand central and then took the subway to Times Square no problemo. Found my theatre and picked up my show ticket at will call. Then I wandered around and took in the sights. I almost ate at Shake Shack but didn’t because I can have that in Vegas. Instead I went to a local place – the Roxy Cafe. Gross…..Guy Fieri’s place would have been better although I could do that in Vegas too. 

I went to see The Front Page matinee (I love a matinee) which is still in previews – it opens on the 20th. It wasn’t the best play I’ve ever seen – but it was good. And holy shit was it star-studded. To name a few:

Nathan Lane

John Slattery

John Goodman

Holland Taylor

Robert Morse

Dylan Baker (Good Wife)

Dan Florek! (Law & Order)

Christopher McDonald (Happy Gilmore)

Plus many others you would recognize. I bought a last minute ticket and all the cheap seats were gone. I was in the 4th row. It was strange seeing all those famous people up close. I love live acting and, because this was previews, they were doing some improvisation. Nathan Lane didn’t come in until the third act and wow wow wow wee is he good. So good. Completely stole the show. He fed off the laughter you could tell. I’m happy I got to see it as it’s a super limited engagement. I snuck a few pics of the theatre during intermission – you’re not supposed to take any pictures. It was a small theatre – intimate. 

After the show I walked around again – I had 5:30 dinner reservations. Times Square is a whole lot like Vegas. Saw a guy with a sign that said “give me a dollar or I’ll vote for Trump” — lol. Street performers – all the usual suspects. Cartoon characters in steaming hot, stinky costumes, girls with boob paint (snuck an over the shoulder pic) and hustlers. I have a soft spot for hustlers – especially guys pushing their music. Two young guys came up and were schmoozing me – and of course I gave them $10 for their rap CDs. I also gave them both hugs when they asked – and told them they smelled good. And they DID smell super good. Hustlers baby. Love. 

I went to dinner at Sardi’s. It’s a damn good thing it’s a broadway institution and covered in caricatures of famous people because the food was terrible. Really bad. 0-2 today food wise. 

I took the subway back to Grand Central and had to ask the ticket guy how to upgrade my off peak ticket to peak – he treated me like the dumbest person alive. I couldn’t care less!! I’d so much rather he think I’m dumb than get on the train and be dumb in front of all the commuters!! I just had to give the conductor $4 more when he took my ticket. Eezy peezy lemon squeezy!

Then…..I got back. And had to walk all that way on my sore-ass feet. I had mentally prepared – but was still miserable – and kind of spooked. It was pitch black on the road into the park with lots of critter noises. I looked for bike racks at the train station but didn’t see any. I’ll research tomorrow. If I could ride my bike to the train (well not up the super steep hills) it will make the trek to and fro much less painful. I’m an old, fat lady! For sure I’m packing a flashlight tomorrow.  

When I finally got back to Bird I completely regretted not scoping out my site before rushing into the city this morning – a drive by. It is so hard to arrive in a new campground in the dark. Especially a back-in space. But, I found it and got set up for the night. Praise the lord and pass the biscuits! I’m ready to relax!

Tomorrow I’ll probably go to Ground Zero and maybe a museum. We shall see!

Onward ♋+♊

Today was not my favorite! Bad things happened – peppered with amazing tidbits. 

I woke up super excited to take my Stephen King tour. I boiled kettles of water to take a “bath” – living off the grid poses certain challenges. I even left for our meeting location an hour early just in case. 

OF FUCKING COURSE!!! I’m driving down a highway and a man pulls alongside me and starts yelling. My steps were out. WHAT? That shouldn’t technically be possible. RVs are equipped with certain fail safes. For example, the stabilizer jacks automatically retract when you start the engine. Steps accidentally left out should retract when you start the engine – or else you can’t drive. Same with the slide out. 

BIRD has none of these protective features! I shut the door and assumed the steps went in. Bad on me. So now what? I pull over and try everything. I thought part of the magnet mechanism was missing so tried to engage it with a magnet I bought. Nope. So I turned on my hazards and went on to the meeting place. I got there a half hour early so started calling RV shops. I was freaking because it’s a Saturday on a holiday weekend. RV places are impossible to get into under perfect circumstances. 

On my 5th call I must have sounded desperate – because the service guy felt sorry for me and told me to bring it by right now. SHIT!!! What to do? I’d been planning the SK tour for weeks. But – if I didn’t get Bird fixed I could be stuck in Bangor for who knows how long? I decided to skip the tour. 

While making phone calls I noticed some people gathering. I took a chance that they were also waiting for the tour – I wanted to let someone know I couldn’t go. Yep. They were all the way from Germany. They were so cute and so excited and were going on and on about wanting to meet Stephen King. I thought “yeah, right” but then suddenly knew they would – because I wouldn’t be there. I wished them well and went on my way. 

The RV place was like 15 miles away and I had to get there with my steps out. Awesome. I put on my hazard lights but still every other car pulled up and yelled at me. It was super fun. I seriously can’t believe during all this I never saw a single cop. Good thing #1. 

The RV guy fixed Bird with a spare part he had lying around and refused to charge me. It took him 20 minutes. Amazing thing #2. 

I then took myself on my own SK tour. First up his house. The house next door is for sale. Mine. Someday I want spiderweb iron fencing with bat and dragon gargoyles. 

Next, Mount Hope Cemetery. It’s the one in Pet Semetary where you see Stephen King as a priest presiding over a funeral. The cemetery is 182 years old. 

On to Thomas Hill Standpipe. It was the inspiration for the haunted and creepy water tower in It. Stephen King wrote the majority of It on the bench which is under the tower in a little park. 

Paul Bunyan statue next. Remember when he came alive and went after Richie Tozier in It?

Finally, the corner of Jackson and Union streets to check out the drain pipe where Pennywise ripped off Georgie’s arm. 

Then, I punched in I-95 into my gps and head south. What I didn’t expect was that my gps would take me right back by Stephen King’s house again. And, wouldn’t you know it? The SK Tour van was there. Nobody was in the van and they weren’t outside the fence taking pictures. The gate was open and they were nowhere to be seen. In my imagination they were all inside sitting down with the man himself. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

It ruined my day. So I headed south back into New Hampshire where I immediately drove to the movies. I went in at 7:35 and bought a ticket to the 7:30 showing of Girl on the Train. I bought popcorn and a beer and sat down in my recliner with one preview to spare. PERFECT timing – with no timing at all. Just dumb luck. Good thing #3

The movie was ok. I read the book so knew what most of the audience did not (based on their reactions). If you’ve read the book, wait for it to come out on digital. It’s not worth it. If you’ve not read the book, it may be worth a look just so you won’t hear about the twist on a talk show. 

Tomorrow, New York. 

Onward ♋+♊

All I did today was look at beautiful scenery. Well, that and stop at a farm stand for corn, bell peppers, apple pie, homemade bread and – if you can believe this – fresh picked strawberries!  I’m not even kidding – they didn’t look real and tasted like little pieces of candy. I can only imagine that heaven has this weather. Gorgeous. 

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Onward ♋+♊

Last day in Acadia. I can say I’m ready to go. Today I visited the center of the island and the northeast harbor. The day was perfect. Literally. 65 and sunny with no wind. Blue skies and water. I guess it must be the lack of pollution here that makes everything so vivid. Sometimes it feels as though I’m taking the same photo over and over. 



I was lulled into a near nap on a bus completely packed with French speakers. Americans are so loud – like we want everyone within earshot to know our business. American people who are alone shout into their cellphones in order for everyone around to hear them. Most foreigners don’t do that in my experience. They speak in soft voices that induce comas. Me likey. 

I believe I’ve told you about the buses. While waiting for one back to my campground I decided to give lobster one last chance. Yep. Still not my favorite. Oh well. The margaritas were superb and on happy hour! Cha-Ching!! I have met some really nice folks while waiting for various buses. We all agree that the bus system sucks and maybe if it wasn’t free it would be better. Maybe not. Beggars and choosers and all that. 

Tomorrow I head back towards Bangor because I’ve arranged a Stephen King tour at 2pm on Saturday. I’m so excited. I’m reading The Dome – even though the tv series (which I don’t watch) is filmed in North Carolina. I doubt I’ll finish it before my tour – it’s like 600 pages! But it is good… Kind of reminds me of The Tommyknockers.

Tonight I’ll try to scare myself and then go for a dark walk to look at the stars. My idea of fun!
Onward ♋+♊