Our destination today is Boothbay Harbor, Maine (a favorite vacation spot of mine for almost thirty years) but, first, we're making an eighteen-mile "foray" into Vermont for a cocktail and, maybe, lunch. The first town that we reach in Vermont is St. Johnsberry...small and quaint. The local tavern/pool hall is closed, but we find a little Italian restaurant and settle in for a glass of wine. The smell of sauteed garlic and simmering tomato sauce suggests lunch, so we order a pizza...double cheese and pepperoni. The "double cheese" part is my idea...it's part of a top-secret operation called "The Lipid Project", the purpose of which is to raise Ed's body weight by twenty pounds and his cholesterol level by one hundred points.
The pizza is surprisingly good...better than anything we'd get at home.
After lunch, we're back on the road to Maine. We're following the route chosen by our Garmin GPS, but it's taking us on some pretty "obscure" roads...more than once, we turn down a road (in the loosest sense of the term), and Ed and I look at one another and say: "No way!". Still, we are moving in the right direction and, around 6:00PM, we arrive at the campground in Boothbay. This comes after a quick stop at the local seafood market to pick up a two pound lobster for dinner (this puts the "claw count" at 7 and the "pound count" at 8.
We've got a nice campsite in the woods, and I'm excited that I was able to back the camper in the site with little trouble. After setting up camp, it's time for a few cocktails before dinner...vegetable stir-fry for Ed and lobster for me.
Ed and I are both tired, but we knock back a couple of beers after dinner, and stay up telling old stories, jokes, etc. It's been a good day, and a great night's sleep awaits.
Ed's Day 7 Sidebar:
A tectonic racial tension exists
between the Green Mountains of Vermont
and the White Mountains of New Hampshire.
It has been this way as long as anyone remembers.
Southern Maine has the Apostolic Church of Christ. It has the Jesus Apostolic Congregation, the Seventh Day Adventist, the St. James Episcopal. It has the Christian Bookstore, a great gift for Dads. It has Church of Christ the Savior, Christ the Redeemer, Christ
it has just about everything.
"Save me, Jesus!" I mouth.
It even has Sgt Pepper's Apostolic Universal Congregation of the World.
It offers a real mystery tour.
Our Lady of the Box, who tells us when to turn
is recalculating.
Recalculating.
In two hundred feet we make a U-Turn.
Recalculating, she warns.
We love when that happens.
I dreamed of New England. The waiter brought us a double-cheese pizza the size of Wisconsin.
I don't care if you hand-tossed it
from Boothbay to Boston,
I just can't eat another slice of double-cheese pizza.
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Must admit Ed's commentary has a poetic ring to it.
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