Terri and Peter's RV Adventures

Yes, we are “Down East” as they like to call it. We’ve made it to the farthest east we’ll likely be, in the US anyway. It appears that Mainers believe that their way of life is the “right” way for all of us. I’ll let you know about that. Based on the strip malls and food malls I’ve seen along the way, I’m not so sure. The services area we stopped at for lunch (before we made our own) offered these food options: Dunkin’ Donuts, Burger King and Popeyes. My salad worked just fine for me. Not to be a food snob, but I guess I’m being a food snob.

Then there were the ammo stores, target shooting ranges, and lots of cannabis storefronts. Maybe I’m being too judgmental here but if you’re going to proclaim on your state’s welcome sign that you have the secret to how life should be lived then you’re asking for a debate.

All that aside, the countryside during the course of our four hour 200 mile trip was northern New England scenic: thick walls of trees lined each side of the interstate. The pines were plentiful and the deciduous trees were just starting to show the slightest buds of green. I guess we’re at the beginning of spring here. We crossed what they labeled “streams” what would pass as roaring rivers in California. We drove by ponds, marshes, boat harbors, endless waterway inlets and forested islands in the distance.

The same New England style of architecture that we’ve seen from Rhode Island northward continues: white clapboard houses with black trimmed windows and black doors with porches and peaked roofs. Some are one story and many are two. Some seem to have been dropped from the sky into the middle of a field while some are snuggled in amongst the trees. I love their uniquely New England style.

We arrived at our campground around 4:30 pm. Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that I made my first significant planning and reservation making snafu of the trip. I remember being so stressed trying to secure a reservation at Acadia National Park because it’s so popular and I wanted to experience it. That was in January.

It was hard to find a spot for two days in a row. And the only ones I could find were non-electric, which was fine for a couple of days. So I thought we were set for two nights in Acadia tonight and tomorrow night and then over to a private campground three miles away, Bar Harbor Campground. This morning, I discovered I’d completely messed up the dates and we had no reservation at Acadia until the 17th. I contacted the Bar Harbor Campground and since this is the first day of their season, they are empty now so we’re here for two nights, then Acadia two nights and back here for five nights. Really the only downside is we have to move an extra time but since we’ll be in this general area for nine nights, it shouldn’t be difficult. Besides, we’re getting pretty good at hitching and unhitching and packing up camp.

And if we needed to have an extra few nights of camping, this is the place to be! These two days we’re up at the top of this huge campground, a few yards from a bluff view of the harbor, islands and what I think is Acadia National Park. When we return, we’ll be at the lower campground. This place feels like a state park with the very rustic, natural landscaping of woods, open bluffs and minimal landscaping. It’s a perfect combination of nature and the RV hook up conveniences of power, water and sewer. I think this will be a great place to exhale.