On To Bah Haabah

For the next leg of this trip I rented a car in Boston with a drop off in Gaithersburg, MD a week later. After a stop at Newbury Crafters, I got to Bar Harbor in time to book passage on a two hour sail around the area. The wooden hulled “schooner” was gaff rigged with steel masts and no winches; they allowed willing passengers to assist raising the sails. I watched. Lacking bow thrusters they assisted docking with a Boston Whaler that was rigged with a tug boat styled giant bumper on the bow. It was effective and helpful with the off shore breeze that developed while we were out.

I had an early dinner overlooking the bay.

Then a brief stroll before heading inland to more “reasonable” airbnb rates for the night.

I did find a scottish pub where I could get a scotch egg and some single malt while watching football (MLS).

That night I realized that I’d left my credit card behind, so the next morning I had breakfast back at the resort in Bar Harbor. Lobster benedict was becoming my favorite 2nd breakfast.

So, with credit card back in the wallet, I worked my way inland again. Along some back road I came across this old cemetery alongside the road with no signs or fencing.

Quite a bit of history on these stones. Imagine the story behind each of these markers.

At the end of that day I secured a “mansion” room at a nearby airbnb. As I pulled up I was concerned because the exterior begged for maintenance. But the interior made up for it. I had most of the top floor and a nice view from the corner table.

I had a pleasant night, no ghosts. I think.

I’ll pick up again in Poolesville. Where you’ll get to meet Cassie, a recent addition to Amy’s family.

Till then, stay safe.