August 28, 2010

Today was a tuff day to travel. The roads were curvy and terrible. When we left Gorham, New Hampshire The birches were shining brightly in the sun, and all was right with the world. When we entered Maine everything changed. We were on Route 2 when we hit a construction area. The road was down to rugged ground. It looked like they had had a washout. They were putting huge rocks up the side of the hill. We could only travel 10 to 15 MPH for a mile or two. When we got thru all the wiggle and bumps (even with our air hitch) we went back to speed. When we got on 219 we hit another area of very bumpy road which shock you insides. This one lasted for 5 miles. By this times my Fibro was in full bloom. I was totally shot and Walt was tired from holding onto the stirring wheel that kept moving without his assistance. We finally drove 2 hours and we had not seen a straight for 1 mile. We did constant curves. Sometimes you question the route Lizzie, our GPS lady, takes to get to a certain point. At about 11:45 AM we arrived at Herman, Maine, a suburb of Bangor. Herman was founded in 1814 and the houses and barns were connected. The house was a rectangular shape with a steep roof. The connection was a smaller rectangle which connected to the barn. This connection was of different lengths according to how much room was needed for the kitchen and any adjoining room. The barns were usually painted red and also had a very high pitched roof. Our barns in Mercer County are about 1/2 as steep as these barns in Maine.

We scooped out a Church for tomorrow and had a seafood diner at a local restaurant. The smelts and trout were delicious and the service was perfect.