Fall Colors

We left VT around 8:20 a.m. and were in New Hampshire by 8:35 a.m. I drove the whole day while Radar O’Reilly, I mean Rene, ran the directions. Thing of beauty on her end. Drive 9 miles turn right, her right, turn left at the circle thing, head due north by ten clicks then crank it hard right. Okay, it just felt that bad. NH is gorgeous right now. 84 freaking degrees I might add. Driving the state highways with the different trees on both sides takes your breath away. Not one picture will ever do it justice.

Bar Harbor is packed with people. Those people drive. Most not very well. Some even thought since I was from Idaho, I wouldn’t understand how the slow lane works going up a hill, and what to do when that lane ended. I’ve pulled a trailer to McCall! These fools here wait until there is 5 feet of slow lane left before trying to pass. Nope. Horn honking and the bird flew. They looked stunned. Weird.

Looking forward to Acadia Park to get some hiking in. Then eat as much seafood as possible.

Watching the leaves change reminds me of that drippy, sappy saying about seasons change, everything has a reason and shit just happens because. Okay, you get my point. Candy always said she wanted to live to be 100. I guess we don’t really get to decide. When our season is over and our leaves start to change, it’s okay. There will be new growth of some kind to take its place in some form or another.