Phew, What a Scorcher

We were woken at 2am by the bucketing rain crashing on to the balcony. And in the morning, Bar Harbor was wet and a little battered. We'd parked the car under a lovely laburnum tree. Most of its leaves and seeds were now on the roof of our car, so we had to clean it up somewhat before putting the roof down again, to avoid dumping the lot in the boot. See - you have to think ahead when you pose this much.

But then it was farewell to Bar Harbor and on to Camden. We programmed RuthNav and she carried us safely and without mishap round the coastline. As we drove the heat and humidity started to rise again. It was top down all the way - even the Harley dudes waved to us. It's the lore of the open road, dontcha know.

Our new home is a very pleasant motel on the edge of Camden/Rockport, looking out to the ocean. It seemed a meander round Camden was the thing - a very lovely small town on the waterfront with a marina and fancy shops and galleries. Oh but it was hot and getting hotter and more humid. Over 100 degrees. And today was the day the ailments of the aged caught up with us - Kathy's bad back playing up, John's jippy tum, Kathy's insect bites (well, I say insect - so bad it might have actually been a snake), so we retreated to the air conditioned room for a cooling rest. Emerged later to eat in the Waterworks Bar and drop in on WallMart!

And then the rain started - all that humidity finally rolled up in one big ball and flung itself at this part of Maine. Maybe Sarah caught some of it too, but there was nothing for it but to run for cover. Luckily, while we may be daft we're not completely stupid and had remembered to put the top back up on the car when we'd parked.