Last photo of the four (of five) adventurers.
We all said sad goodbyes to our Trish this morning, and after she got to the airport, she had a miserable experience…she got held up by airport security for over an hour. Her bag caused seven alarms! They took everything out and scanned each and every item individually. She had to go into a private room where she was thoroughly searched, twice! “I don’t like having two people putting their hands in my private places!” She said. I think they just wanted an excuse to touch such a good lookin’ babe.
Needless to say, her bag, already overstuffed even with a nice neat packing job at the motel, was now a mess. She said two TSA agents held her in an interview room asking all kinds of questions about where she’d been, how she got to Boston and where she was going as well as personal questions…poor baby. What a way to leave a city she fell in love with the day before.
Angry, dark clouds hovered overhead as the five-minus-one (counting DillyDog) of us turned north-east for the Maine coastline. I missed the Welcome to New Hampshire sign, drat. I just keep missing them no matter how much warning I get. Three states in ten minutes! Wow!
Crossed the Piscataqua River, and I actually got the Welcome sign this time…twice! An added benefit was a picture of my bear (Eddie) with Smokey the Bear AND DillyDog found squirrels, All’s good.
The deeper we drove into Maine, the foggier it got. It hung over the trees like a sheer curtain almost obscuring the foliage. Rivers and tidal ponds had the misty look of a Stephen King novel…this is where he is from after all. It is eerily beautiful. From what I understand we saw the Maine coast , clothed in its usual attire.
Lunch was at Moody’s Diner in Waldoboro…you’ll find Waldo right here. The diner has an 85- year history in this area. It opened in 1930, three years after the family build three cabins that they rented out for $1 per person per night. It has evidently stayed in the family ever since. Good food, too.
The rest of the way to Ellsworth, we passed through multiple charming communities and played hide and go seek with the sun…it was out while we were in the towns and villages and disappeared when we dared to venture seaward for a glimpse of the Atlantic where the fog threatened to swallow us whole
“The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.” Carl Sandburg.
Odyssey 2014 
Wow Mama, you’ve taken some amazing pictures! It was so hard to say goodbye to everyone. It was truly a once in a lifetime experience and I’m so thankful that we were able to share such wonderful experiences. Keep writing, I’ll be glued to your blog. Safe travels and love to all!
Trish
Sorry Trisha had such a bad experience on her last day.
Be sure to say HI to Stephen King, for Coleen, as he is her favorite author.