It is still day 98 and as I write my 26th dispatch I am 300 miles closer to home than I was when I wrote dispatch #25. Egads, after I finish telling you about our four days in Kennebunk and Kennebunkport, I will still only be up to day 73.
I have captioned most of the pictures so I think I will let them tell the story. Except the picture of the fried squirrel. That one takes a bit of explaining.
Picture a tranquil campground; birds chirping, leaves rustling, children playing. Suddenly, an explosive bang rocks the trailerhood and the power is cut throughout the park. As it turns out, it was sabotage inflicted upon the camp by a lone kamikaze squirrel scampering up a high voltage transformer in pursuit of the perfect acorn. Within the hour, a singed carcass was brought forth by the investigative team and put on display as a warning to all others. Evidently, an effective deterrent, because there were no further such incidents for the remainder of our stay.
Don't miss the picture of former President George H. W. Bush's summer home. It played a big part in our political history and the neighborhood is a just a tad bit upscale.
In conclusion, I would say Maine was another favorite state worthy of a second look.
From the road
-robin
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