Out of the North Woods of Maine

We awoke in the morning, after a simply simple and beautiful night.  We had thought of staying another day, but pretty quickly agreed to pack up camp and head for a hotel.  People who camp for a week or more amaze me.  I have now camped out, twice and also for the first time, two nights in a row.  While things get better the second night out because camp is already made, it's still camping.  The luxuries of a hot shower, air conditioning, an ice machine, the internet, a power outlet, food cooked by others, and most of all a TV lured us inexorably toward a hotel for the night.  We went just a couple of hours to the south and got a room in Millinocket, ME where we are practically walking distance from the entrance to Baxter State Park, the home of Katahdin mountain and some very exciting possible hikes.

The travels of the Maine North Woods were a trip from nowhere, to nowhere, then out of nowhere, to nowhere again.  It was great!  I loved it!

In Millinocket, we stayed at a hotel with a lot of rooms, far more plentiful than the area needed.  It is high season, and we were some of the few customers this nice hotel had staying at it.  And it was time to make a decision.

The internet hinted at it.  The Weather Channel projected it.  But Mom and Dad scared me about it.  In NJ it had been raining for a day and a half.  And it was moving north.  On a normal road trip, I would see this coming and head for clear skies.  Out west, this is easy to do.  Just drive a couple hundred miles north, east, west, or south, and completely clear skies would be available.  With this northeast storm, there was no escape.  North to Canada was not an option as passports were not at hand, east meant driving into the ocean, west was still covered by the bad weather, and south meant heading home straight into the heart of the storm system.  We went south.