Due to circumstances beyond our control.....

It's been a few days since we last posted...I know you have all been HUNGERING for more from the Ramsey's, but there was the lightning storm that knocked things out, then the floods, then the failure at the email server...but we're BA-A-A-ACK!!!

On Thursday, we found out why Bar Harbor is called Bar Harbor.  Twice a day at low tide for about 4 hours, a gravel land bridge - a "bar" - rises between Desert Island (where Bar Harbor is located) and Bar Island, about 1/2 mile away.  We checked the tide tables and walked out to the island.  It was pretty cool to think that where we were walking had been covered in several feet of water just hours before.

Then we took off on the Loop Road, which skirts the island, Cadillac Mountain, and the Acadia National Park.  Parts of the road run along the coast, with rugged cliffs, and sand beaches. It was really pretty, and reminded us of parts of the Oregon coast... except the ocean was on the wrong side.

We found a river-side outdoor lobster pound (as they are called here) so Jack could have lob-stah one more time, and I had a bucket of steamers.

the lobster pound at Trenton Bridge

There are lobsters in those pots

On Friday, we drove south to Biddeford, Maine (about 15 miles south of Portland, Maine) in an unending, blinding rain storm. NOT a pleasant drive. We had hoped to get a photo of Portland, but by the time we got there, we just wanted to get settled somewhere out of the downpour. 

Our campsite was on a farm, replete with llamas and chickens, horses and geese. It was on the Saco River, which was an angry, churning morass when we got there. The next morning, it was a lovely, gleaming river, and the farm was sparkling clean. Irv, our faithful 5th wheel, came through it all beautifully.  Jeremy, the llama, was so happy to see sunshine he took a dust bath.

Our campground when we arrived....

the next morning. Beautiful!

Interesting thing about the truck plazas along the Maine Turnpike....they all have live lobster tanks. 

The lobsters at the truck plaza

Saturday, we drove further south to Gloucester, Massachusetts. We are staying in a really old (founded 1946) campground, above a beautiful salt water marsh. The tidal swings are dramatic! When we got here, the fishing boats were laying on their sides in the mud. By sunset, they were floating quite nicely in several feet of water.