Time Flies

Denny and I have arrived in Maine, have had our lobster, have walked the beach, have met up with some RVing friends for a wonderful dinner, have completed some necessary repairs and have done a little walking around the campground on a daily basis. We're located a little north of Ogunquit which we've found to be quite touristy and have discovered that there's a lot more traffic on US 1 than there was the last time we were in Maine twelve years ago. You'd never guess there was a recession by the number of people in the shops and restaurants here, that's for sure.

The beach here is clean and you can wander quite a distance in both directions. I was unable to find a single piece of beach glass, shark's tooth or a whole sea shell here though, even after having a decent thunderstorm. That was a bit of a disappointment. We are lucky in that the campground offers a $1 round trip van shuttle to the beach, because the city charges $20 to park at the lot by the beach. Yep, you saw that right, $20 to park. Ouch! It makes me appreciate Myrtle Beach and the western coastline of lower Michigan a whole lot more!

The two of us are hunkering down for the weekend--our campground is packed as is the two lane US 1 that is the only north-south roadway available. We'll leave the roads to the other tourists for the next two days and then venture out again on Monday. We'll be playing a round of golf and perhaps we'll go look for a lighthouse. For sure, there's a lobster roll with my name on it somewhere out there. In the meantime, there's a hungry chipmunk outside waiting for his sunflower seeds.