Ottawa to Bar Harbor 2007

I’ve never been a huge lobster fan. Part of it is the fact that you must cook them live (let alone the supposed scream factor.) I remember my brother, quite young, being invited over to someone’s house for a lobster dinner. They put the lobster in the pot and started to cook it, and for [...]

“So Dani, you’ve told us about how you got there and where you stayed. But what did you do in Bar Harbor?”
Ah, I’m so glad you asked. (And like you, I’m a little afeared of how long this series is turning out to be. Part 5 and we’re only now talking about Bar Harbor? Yikes.)
Ahem, [...]

For weeks – scratch that, for months – before we left, I peered at various online and paper maps trying to get some feeling for the inscrutable red line that led from Vermont across the tip of New Hampshire and into the heart of Maine: US Route 2.
You can’t discern a lot from a map. [...]

As we drove across the top of New York State, into Vermont, across the tip of New Hampshire and into Maine – and back again – I sat for the entire trip with the new Nikon, a small notebook and pen, and a clutch of maps in my lap. I snapped a lot (a LOT!) [...]