Maine Bound
~ Thursday, September 2 ~
We were out of the house early (5:30 a.m.) to begin our nine-and-a-half hour drive to Maine.
I love driving in the early morning to watch the sunrise.
We had a good day, and the trip seemed to go quickly.
We took two rest stops – one for breakfast (New York), then another for gas and a snack (Massachusetts).
While waiting for the restroom in Massachusetts, I met a young mother with three children, and during our conversation (because the youngest was talking about flushing the toilet), the mother said this is the first time they were “flushing” in five days because they were “hurricane refugees.” Their home is on the Connecticut coast. They were heading to someone’s summer home further inland.
About this time I called our daughter Diane to tell her we were entering Brunswick, and that we would be at their house shortly before 3:00 p.m.
The Brunswick Church of the Brethren where we will worship on Sunday.
Shortly after arriving, we went to Thomas Point Beach (about two miles away) to register for the Bluegrass Festival that starts on Friday. On the way back to the Myers’, these wild turkeys ran across the road in front of us.
We weren’t sure how many there were, but as we waited, they ran out of the brush and onto the lane to our right – one at a time.
…until there were five. Then we saw movement farther in the lane and noticed several more.
We spent our evening relaxing, enjoying the comings and goings of the five grandchildren, and visiting with Mark and Diane.
