Thanks for going on vacation with us - it has been so much fun to re-live it with you, my friends. As Gigi said, it will be kind of sad when the journey is over. And now I have to try to think of new things to write about besides.
The last day in Maine dawned bright and clear, after the two dreary, wet days. We decided to go back to Acadia National Park, specifically to Cadillac Mountain, which had been totally enshrouded in clouds last fall when we were there. It was a very windy day, but there were many people there on the mountain, from many states and countries - lots of different languages were being spoken.
DC took this one through his filtered sunglasses, just to see what would happen.
There was another cruise ship in the harbor that day, but not nearly so large.
We went back into Bar Harbor for some last minute souvenirs. The streets weren't as crowded with cruisers this time. We passed one more cemetery, this one in the middle of town next to a beautiful old church. Can you stand it?
Kevin had been waiting all week for a lobster dinner. We had passed numerous roadside places where we could see that lobsters were being cooked. We decided to eat at one of them rather than a fancy place in town. It was quite an interesting experience. No frills, low cost, good food. (Well, good food if you love lobster, clams, and crab legs).
I discovered I am not a real fan of lobster or clams (except in chowder) - I did enjoy the crab legs, and watching the guys loving every messy minute.
Not very appetizing looking, but kinda fun.
We had to return Kev to his house that evening, after getting a few things he needed. Then we headed back to Groovy's place to spend a very short night. Since we had to get up at 4:00, we only visited for a few minutes before we headed up the stairs to a few hours of sleep. We were on the road to Boston by 4:30, without waking up our hosts. We made great time, since it was a Saturday. That turned out to be a huge blessing. We got to the rental place (remember that story in Part 1?), they ordered us a cab and we had another interesting cab ride. We got to the airport in time for a bit of breakfast, had a flawless flight to Memphis (doesn't make sense to go from Boston to Memphis to Denver - who makes these nutso schedules?), had a really bad bbq sandwich in the Memphis airport (where I told DC I had lived there when I was a baby and Dad was in the Navy - he said he never knew that before), a nice flight to Denver, and an uneventful trip to the parking lot and on home. I love this view of the clouds, and the shadows made by them on the ground.
Two days later, Kevin called to tell us that we had missed the peak color in his neck of the woods, and sent this picture as proof.