Terri and Peter's RV Adventures

Experiencing a Nor’easter in a trailer. Check. Ok, it was far better than being in a tent, so I don’t want to sound too dramatic, but the winds howled off the bay (we were slightly downhill so a little sheltered), thunder echoed in deep bellows off the water, very different from the staccato of midwestern thunder, and rain pelted our aluminum (steel?) trailer, making it sound like we were under fire by an army of assault rifles aiming at all sides at once. The rain and winds were ferocious. Why is it these things happen at 3 am?

The rain continued almost the entire day with temperatures hardly getting above 47 degrees. A blustery start to a Maine Memorial Weekend. But I’m glad I’ve been able to experience the rawness of nature here. It gives me a sense of why Mainers need to be resilient and self sufficient, yet probably they also rely on neighbors, especially during the snowy months.

I spent part of the rainy day running into the towns of Trenton and Ellsworth. Speaking of the full Maine experience, I went to the LL Bean outlet store and found a real raincoat, not the in-appearance-only REI raincoat I got to save money and which doesn’t repel water (oops). I scored the last raincoat in the style I wanted (recommended by NYT wire cutter, my new go-to for recommendations on products like this). Then, I was able to secure a last minute hair “refresher” appointment in the little town of Trenton, on the way back to Bar Harbor. It all worked out nicely and once again, Peter and I, while enjoying time together, really appreciate the freedom this set up allows for one of us to stay in the trailer while the other one takes off in the truck. Value?Priceless.

I finally ate some lobster, but as a stuffing in haddock. It was delicious. We ate at a restaurant recommended by friends we’ve made in the campground who, after driving around the country decided that Bar Harbor is their forever home. They retired at age 51 after grueling work at Arthur Anderson, now Accenture. Good for them for deciding to carpe diem. I know many people who never seem to be able to retire and certainly not at an age where they hope to have the health, resources, time and energy to fully experience life. They have.

Until they buy a house, they are camping here and have been a great source of local “must try” recommendations including this restaurant on the other side of the island, appropriately and timely called “Noreaster.”

We are hitched up and ready to hit the road tomorrow. I’m ready to move on to a new set of experiences and vistas. I’m a little concerned about crossing over to Canada given the ridiculous tensions started by Trump but I’m hoping all will go smoothly. Otherwise, I’m eager to begin the next phase of the adventure.

(The photos in this blog were all taken in our campground.)