Mainely, it was awesome.

We took a trip up North, to the sweet state of Maine.  We had a couple essential elements: a Westfalia, a Lisa and a Lora... and some credit cards/cash.  

Westy had a lapsed registration (which we learned right before picking him up), lazy eyed headlights and struggled at speeds above 60 mph. Thankfully, Maine isn't that big of a state and we had four days so all was well.   

Notes

1.  The farm stands with homemade pickled beets (a first for me), fruits and northern Red Sox fans.

2.  The day-glo, huge statue of Paul Bunyan in the middle of Bangor Maine, home to Stephen King (his address was in our guide book.  Luckily for him though there aren't street lights on his street and Westy is lazy-eyed).  

2a.  In honor of King, we even experienced a moment of terror.  That night we chose the dimly lit parking lot of Paul Bunyan as our sleeping site.  Unfortunately, some local hoodlums chose the same parking lot as their 'avoiding the police' site and tried to break into our van when the police came too close.  

I was scared.  Super scared.

Lisa was ticked.   Super ticked.

Thankfully however Westy held strong.  Immediately after they ran away from our van, I told Lisa we should leave.  She immediately drove to the most brightly spot in the area, the parking lot of the Bangor police station.  (Reminder: lapsed registration).  Within five minutes of arriving, we were having a nice little chat with an officer.  I think there was a significant amount of pity protecting us because they left us alone fairly quickly and even gave us a tip when we explained, "We just didn't know where to go."  

"Walmart."

Right.  Got that.  Turns out Walmart has an underground reputation for RVers. 

3. Acadia National park... with matching yellow rain ponchoes because it was just a little rainy and a little foggy.  But that's ok--there were fewer people (persons?) around the park (huge exodus out as we were coming in) and the hiking was still pretty good.

4. Stopping for dinner on Saturday night.  We were lost and hungry.  Lisa sees a flickering sign--El Camino. El Camino doesn't have windows and is sketchy.  I say, "It's a bar." Lisa says, "We're going in." "It's a bar." "We're going in."

We go in.  It's a bar.  

BUT, behind the bar, sits a funky weird Mexican restaurant with excellently quirky decor and amazing food.  Some of the best food I've ever eaten and that's not the pickled beets speaking.  I was definitely impressed.