Road Trip to Maine: Day 4

Rocky Coastline just of Highway 1-A

Is it just me, or does everyone have a “go-to-swear-word?”  You know, the word that spews out so easily, during the stubbing of a toe or a barefoot walk over scattered Lego’s.   Yeah…that word…

Even when I only “Christian-cussed,” I had my go to word.  It was:  “Sweet Hallelujahs!” AND believe me, it never came out reverently…

Unfortunately, my go-to word has morphed into something a little more colorful.  I’m too ashamed to write it out but lets just say, it begins with a “f” and ends with “k,” and that’s all I’ll say about it.

Now, you may be asking yourself, “What the hell does this have to do with a road trip to Maine?”  You’ll see…

Let me start from the beginning.  On the night of day 3, I set the alarm on my phone for early-o-clock.  My intentions were to meet a friend for morning coffee.  Sure enough the alarm sounded, and like a good girl, I didn’t hit the snooze, but got up, showered and readied myself for the day.

I didn’t want to keep my friend waiting.

In the car, I hurriedly set the GPS, (I’ve named it “little-critter”) headed out the parking lot, and  was on my way with time to spare.  Feeling proud of myself, I steered “O Silver” (my car…and yes, I do name everything) through the toll gate, and together we began to eat up the miles, between myself, and my friend.  Like a good driver, my eyes scanned the road ahead, the rear-view mirror, the speed odometer and back to the road ahead.

During one such inspection, my eyes  settled on little-critter, and I noticed its roadway was blinking a bright red and yellow.  Immediately,my personal swear word, released its venom on the no- good-lying-little-critter, and then spread her poison over the individual  who invented the no-good-lying piece of you-know-what.

In the midst of the colorful language, a green roadside came into view and it read Kennebunkport, Maine.  Oops.  I realized had gone in the wrong direction.

I apologized to little-critter  and its maker, and took the next exit, five miles down the road, where I turned around and headed back the toll booth, to pay a second time.

I met my friend, Diamond, whom I hadn’t seen for almost two years.  It was so good to get her hug and share a warm cup of Starbucks’s coffee, of which she paid.  (Thank you Diamond!)

Don’t you just love her name?  I do!  It fits her perfectly, and by that, I don’t mean she’s a diamond in the rough, but a Diamond perfectly polished, beautiful inside and out.

Next, I met another friend, Claudette, at the I-hop for a stack of pumpkin spice pan-cakes. I love the way sitting down at a table to share a meal brings peace  in comradery.   Jesus sets the example, by breaking bread and offering wine to his disciples at the Last Supper.

Claudette has many attributes that I admire, but what I admire most, is the depth of her spirituality and the depth of her love for nature and animals.   I think she and I are kindred spirits in both aspects.  She loves her dogs as much I love mine…after all, they are our babies.

After buying a new tire at Sears, I took a long scenic drive on highway 1-A.  If you’re ever up that way, its a drive I highly recommend.  It parallels the ocean, hugging the rocky coastline of both New Hampshire and Maine.  It truly is breath taking.

Coastline along Highway 1-A

All in all, day 4, was a good day, in spite of its rocky beginning.  Spending time with my friends was a true blessing from God.

Later that evening, he blessed me once again, by painting a beautiful sunset for my eyes to enjoy, as I walked along the sands of Wells beach.

(to be continued…)

(lest you think I have a potty mouth…I do confess to embellishing the truth…but only a little)   

Sunset walk along the sands of Well’s Beach
Sunset walk along the sands of Wells, Beach
Sunset at Wells Beach
My sunset walk at Wells, Beach

Road Trip to Maine: Day 3

Sunday came early as always; however, I missed its entrance, as my little eyes were closed in sleep, and remained so, until somewhere in the neighborhood of the eleventh hour.  So let’s just say, I “arose” at approximately 11’ish, and straight away, stumbled to the window to gaze into  yet another cloudy day in Maine.

Since I had slept much of the day away, I wasted no more time in getting out and about. First on the agenda was a visit to the Rachel Carson National Refuge, second was Nubble Light House and lastly a leisurely stroll through the picturesque town of Ogunquit Maine.

I thought it would be fun to share my day with you through the eye of the camera.  Hope you enjoy them!


Rachel Carson, fellow introvert, writer, and nature lover, spent most of her life writing about ecosystems of the eastern seacoast from Maine to Florida.  She was one of the first to warn of the dangers that chemical pesticides would have on all natural systems.  The refuge covers over 5,300 acres of protected natural habitats including barrier beach, dune, tidal estuary, salt marsh, and rocky coastline.


1 mile trail meanders through marshlands.


Color Kissed Leaves
Can I stop and read for a while?



Wonder who lives here?
The forest was full of widow-makers like this. I have to say it was a bit spooky. I walked gingerly.



Ogunquit Maine

All decked out in pumpkins



Nubble Lighthouse


Road Trip to Maine: Day 1

Inside “Oh Silver” waiting for AAA

My road trip to Maine started on an early 4:30 am, Friday morning.  To be honest, the alarm rang at 4:30, but of course I hit it and snoozed another 30 minutes.  Doesn’t everyone do that?

No time for a shower, became the consequence of sleeping away those 30 minutes, so I covered my “woody-woodpecker” hairdo with a baseball cap, kissed Corinne, patted our zoo animals, walked out, and closed the front door.  My lone vacation had begun.

You may be wondering why I’m traveling alone.  No, it’s not because I have no friends, in fact Facebook says I have 347 of them, the reason I’m the “lone-traveler” is simply because Corinne had to work and I didn’t want the “already paid-for vacation” to go to waste.  So, high oh silver away!  (too funny because the car is silver)

“What’s that…why didn’t I ask someone else to accompany me?”

Well, I guess, I figured everyone was too busy with their own lives.  Isn’t that the way of the world these days…?

Besides, I find myself to be damn good company!  (Spoken like a true introvert)

I cranked up “Oh Silver,” and backed her out into the rain that would accompany me most of the way.  (It’s okay…introverts like rainy days)

A couple of road accidents, (not mine) and a flat tire (yes…mine) turned my 10 hour drive into 14 hours.  I have to admit to being a little nervous sitting on the side of an extremely busy I-495.  The 18 wheeler trucks really had the little corolla “a rocking” as I sat there for 30 minutes waiting for AAA to come “a knocking.”

Finally a big white towing truck pulled up behind me, and what looked like a “Trump-Supporter,” stepped out, inspected my opened trunk, and then told me to “get out and unload everything.”

“Damn…” I thought, “He must have noticed my Hillary bumper sticker!”

Once I unloaded everything, he proceed to jack up “Oh Silver.”  Within the span of 4 minutes, he took off the flat, put on the “dough-nut” and told me I could put everything else back inside the trunk.

“Maybe he noticed my HRC bumper sticker…” I thought.   Regardless, I was extremely grateful for his service, so I handed him a twenty dollar bill, and he finally graced me with his elusive smile.

“Money, talks…” I thought, as I smiled back and wished him a good weekend. Back on the road, my “three-and-a-half” wheels eagerly ate the miles, toward a finish line that lay another 2 hours away.

Finally, I found myself at the abode that would be mine for the forthcoming week.  The room was definitely dated, with an outside entry and “real” key that hung from a key chain, instead of the usual card entry.  Opening the door, and looking inside, I found it dated as well, but it was clean, warm and inviting, and felt like heaven.

Before “hitting the sack,” I sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on my lap, a beer by my side, and The Andy Griffith Show on the television.  I took a deep breath and thought, “Life is good.”


(…to be continued…)

(I’ll probably bore everyone to tears, but I wanted keep a blog of my trip, in order to look back upon, in the future)