I have returned to the land of cell reception and internet connection. Maine was beautiful and as promised, there are pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. It will take some time to weed through them, so in the meantime I would like to discuss the most beautiful sight out of all the sights to be seen on any sight-seeing road trip. The gas station bathroom. Unlikely? Yes, but after endless miles of travel on roads often empty of any signs of civilization (besides, you know, the road), the elation I and my bladder feel at the sight of a Shell or Arco sign is unmatched. Sorry, Grand Canyon. My apologies, Niagra Falls. Maybe next time, Mt. Rushmore. A little friend of mine called Irving has got you beat.
Cue the angel choir...
Oh, no, Irving. Thank YOU.
(I did not take this photo. Obviously)