After the Carlisle show, I took a little vacation, traveling on up through New York State, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Maine. I couldn't take pictures and drive, but I did get a few while I was laying over at several places.
I stopped by the old hunting and fishing camp in Vienna, Maine to see what was left after it was sold. The log pile is where the house sat and the drive went to the right of the building.
After visiting with sisters in law, nieces and their children, I headed north the next day to Sebec, Maine where a brother in law and his wife live at the very upper end of Sebec Lake.
This picture was taken from the screen pagoda at the left rear of the house above. While we were sitting having some refreshments, she walked out and helped herself to some fallen green apples.
From Sebec, I traveled on to my final northern destination of Millinocket, Maine. On top of Mt. Katahdin, behind those clouds lies the northern terminus of The Appalachian Trail, which begins in North Georgia.
Thus began my return trip, a total of more than 2700 miles in my 87GT. This was a once in a lifetime trip as I've vowed I will never take another until I get rid of these leather seats that do not breathe. Going back to factory cloth. I swear my butt has bed sores or saddle sores, or something that hurts like the dickens. Most of my junkets were 5 to 7 hours, but the final 10 hour leg home found me stopping at every rest stop to get some circulation going in the posterior.
But, I wouldn't have missed this past week for anything in the world.
While Georgia has its Cicada hatching, Connecticut has its moth hatching. One lighted on my niece's arm and by evening she had broken out in hives from head to toe. This was at a fuel stop. The whole station, pumps and canopy were coated with them.
