A lot has happened over the
past five or so days.
Old age set in last Tuesday.
I knew it was creeping up on me. There are telltale signs you know! At first
you have a few pains that you really notice. Pretty soon you have lots of pains.
Ankles, knees, hips, back, neck, shoulder, hands and fingers start aching. This
is good because you can’t focus on any single pain. They all become background
noise
For awhile you kid yourself
that your body is going south but you are still sharp as a tack mentally, where
it counts. You may not remember the fellow whose car you hit yesterday but your
memories of your third grade teacher are as clear as can be. So all is OK until
something happens that bursts that bubble.
My bubble was burst on
Tuesday when Uncle Steve at the RV Park came by about 3 PM to ask when we were
leaving. “Tomorrow,” I said. “You are paid up through today and we have the
space reserved by another party”, he said. “Shucks” (or something like that), I said, “Our week
isn’t up until tomorrow.” But it was up. I lost track of the days. The bulb is
dimming.
We were out of there in just
fifteen minutes leaving only the indoor/outdoor thermometer sensor behind. I
remembered to put the slide in. Sharp as a tack!!
Our stay in bar Harbor was
all it could be. We did lots of birding. We finally ate lobster. We toured
several wildlife areas. We met lots of nice folks.
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Brenda enjoying a day at sea. |
I thought we would turn west
from Bar Harbor but a bird called us further north and east.
Brenda wants to see a
Woodcock. This is a sandpiper whose ancestor got confused, wondered into the
woods, and stayed there. It is almost nocturnal. It calls during mating season
at dusk and dawn. It forages in dense undergrowth for bugs.
This search took us up to
Moosehorn Wildlife Refuge where the blackflies and mosquitos are the dominant
species. There we were able to go out one night with the reserve field
biologists who mist netting the displaying Woodcock. At least they tried to
mist net them. Oh, the joy of stumbling through marshy land covered with thick
underbrush in the pitch dark of night! I only brought back one tick and about a
zillion mosquito/blackfly bites.
Since we were close we drove
out to the eastern most point in the United States and crossed into Canada to
see the Roosevelt summer “cottage there”.
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Sign at Quoddy Point. |
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Lighthouse at Quoddy Point. |
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Roosevelt 32 room summer cottage. |
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Quoddy Point |
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Wild blueberries in Maine. |
The past two days we have
driven from Maine to New York.
New Hampshire and Vermont are scenic wonders.
Today we are heading for
Ithaca, New York, to visit Cornell and see Sapsucker Woods.
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