The Jolly Swag has been hard at work these last two weeks transporting us from Atlanta to Maine, the state in the northeast corner of the country and the only state that has only one neighboring state.
We logged high-mileage days from Georgia, through Tennessee, and Kentucky into Ohio, where we spent a week visiting friends and family, collecting hugs that had been saved up for decades. Then we drove across the Pennsy Turnpike’s thick forests—an area so scenic that anything faster than an oxen-powered Conestoga wagon was too fast We bypassed Washington’s record heat wave, million-home power outage, and weekend of biblical storms. D.C. is now rescheduled for the late autumn. We stopped in Connecticut to cross paths with friend Ayn and her extraordinary friends and a spend a day at Mystic Seaport.
On the eve of Independence Day, we arrived at the current seat of Clan Levenson in southeast Maine.
When I departed San Francisco on this voyage, my destinations were about people plus a few places. If I kept moving, I could arrive at my turnaround destination of Prince Edward Island in a couple of months. I counted on the benediction of Serendipity and the blessing of blessing of Solitude to fill in the empty spaces.
From the start, benedictions and blessings were abundant. It took a year to cross the Mississippi and seven more months to glimpse the Atlantic Ocean. Today, July 10, 2012, day 692 of the voyage, finds me in the heart of Maine at one of the short-listed destinations: Acadia National Park on Mount Desert in Maine.
Superb climate, landscape and seascape to delight the eye, and a cornucopia of activities ought to earn a this park a spot on anyone’s bucket list.
The temp has warmed up to the mid-70s from the two-blanket overnight low of 50. The light breeze off the water is bicycle-perfect.
Of the two campgrounds in the park, only Blackwoods accepts reservations and is probably always booked way ahead. I arrived at the other campground, Seawall, at 6:45 Monday morning and was first in line. When the ranger station opened, I got one of the three available spaces. I signed up for a week. The park literature promises a full menu of hikes, ranger-guided walks, and campfire programs.
I will treat myself to a day sail on a four-masted schooner, my first time on a boat purely for my own pleasure in a locust’s age. One morning I will hurry to the top of Cadillac Mountain to be the first person in the country to see the sunrise.
Maine is home to L.L. Bean, a hundred-year-old company based on a boot and who never forgot where they came from.
Maine is also home to a 1700-pound chocolate moose. I will never again taste chocolate mousse without this picture coming to mind.