This time around, the weather’s supposed to be grand for a summertime road trip, although one can’t always bank on Mother Nature.
Leaving Dante’s Inferno for a while until the fire pit cools down, these old, heat-withered bones are looking forward to a little rest and relaxation.
“Ha,” you say. “Isn’t that all you do now, anyway?”
Yes, but not typically with this overwhelming, sweltering heat that’s forcing me to stay indoors for fear of spontaneous, bodily combustion; albeit, not a pretty sight.
My plan of escape this summer leads me to Boothbay, on the Gulf of Maine, very close to the extreme northeast portion of the United States. Nearby are New Brunswick and Nova Scotia in Canada.
Presently packing my stuff, in between typing this journal entry while making sure to bring the bug repellant, sunscreen, laptop, camera gear and passport, I plan to leave at 5:00 a.m. tomorrow, giving me thirteen hours to get there before the motel’s office closes at 6 p.m. A quaint, little village, Boothbay retires early for the night, closing its shutters at eight o’clock.
With this ambitious schedule, I’ll have preceded hopefully past NYC’s rush hour and Lower Connecticut’s morning traffic, and will be able to leisurely cruise the remainder of the 467.52 miles (752.4 kilometers) of the journey. Maybe I’ll hit Boston on the way back, but am bypassing it completely on the way up.
Stay tuned to Twitter and Facebook for a pictorial of the upcoming events. I hope to capture some more puffins, perhaps a whale or two out to sea, some seals, porpoises and other marine-type animals, birds and fish.
Catch you in Maine.