We left Pawtucket for Plymouth Rock in Plymouth, Mass. Kids? Who knows what happened at Plymouth Rock? If you don't A) you need a punch in the face and B) so do your teachers. For landing on a rock, you'd probably expect it to be MUCH bigger. Well squash those thoughts because it's about as big as one of those rocks you see South City hoosiers and state streeters put on their lawns to pretend they are just as cool and rich as those uppity Ladue folks. And people have chiseled pieces off of it over the years, so now it resides in a cage. Someone goes in there daily and rakes the sand like a Zen garden. How do I get that job?
It's like the poor thing did something wrong.
We moved onward to Maine and Acadia National Park. From this day forward, I will always equate the state of Maine with Christmas. We got out of the car and the smell of Christmas trees permeates the air like...well...a Christmas tree lot, BUT ONLY ALL THE TIME! Rain was heading to the park faster than a locomotive, so we booked it down to the Bass Harbor Lighthouse to get some photos before it started to rain or got dark, whichever natural phenomenon came first. It was rain. But it waited until about a minute before we got back into the car to begin.
We drove back to Bangor in the driving rain and various road construction hazards and got to our Four Points at the Bangor airport. This hotel was not made for the road tripper who brings a car with them. It's meant for the airline traveler. So much so that there are no signs outside or on the ground floor about anything. There's a bridge from the arrival gates to the hotel on the second floor, so that's where the useful info resides. Otherwise, you get to guess and we guessed wrong about 37 times.
We also decided, due to the fact that it was already 11 p.m. by the time we got to the room and we'd have to leave by 3 a.m. to get to Cadillac Mountain for the sunrise, that the sunrise was no longer a priority. Not only that, but the road construction was going on overnight, so that plus the driving rain, made it a no-brainer. We just decided to sleep a bit later and head to Acadia in the sunlight (or rain, if El Nino was still kicking it old school). And that biking thing? Out of the question. If a little bridge in Chicago kicks my arse, surely the roads at Acadia NP would have much less of a problem delivering a beating.
Departure time: 9:30 a.m. EST (from Pawtucket)
Arrival time: 5:30 p.m. EST (to Acadia NP); 11 p.m. to Bangor for the night
Today's mileage: approximately 475 miles
Total mileage: 2,595 milesTolls paid: $8 (for a total of $63.70)
iPod Playlist: Songs That Make Dave Happy (yep, still)
Playlist highlights: (yet again, there are more than just a few)
- No More Tears - Ozzy Osbourne
- Centerfield - John Fogerty
- Hallelujah - Justin Timberlake and Matt Morris (click to see the joy)
- Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie
- Rapper's Delight - Sugar Hill Gang
- Rain - Madonna (which was completely apt for the rest of the day)
- Everyday People - Sly and the Family Stone (dedicated to Baby Brother and Larry G.)
- On the Road Again - Willie Nelson (another apt tune)
- Shake it Like a Salt Shaker - Yin Yang Twins
- Sympathy for the Devil - Rolling Stones
- The Gambler - Kenny Rogers
- Word Up - Cameo
- Luther Played the Boogie - Johnny Cash (dedicated to John Mohrmann)
- Human - The Killers
Fun Photo of the Day:
Let's focus on me.
To see the rest of the photos from Day 7, click HERE.
Next Stop: Day 8 will bring with it more Acadia National Park and whatever else we want.
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