The drive to Rochester, NY was rough. It was raining the whole way. Enough to make me nervous. I hadn’t felt stressed for the past two and half months and all of a sudden it seemed like I couldn’t get rid of it. It started with the computers going down at the testing center that didn’t allow me to take the GRE. Granted, I didn’t study much as I usually don’t for useless, yet required, standardized tests. But I was mentally and emotionally prepared. After waiting for two hours for them to fix the problem, I was turned away and given a ticket number so I could reschedule. That threw everything off. I sort of planned things around that day. And then the stop in Canada. Usually it’s easier to get into Canada than the US, but this time was not the case. The guy at the border had something up his butt. He wanted to know “other than the clothes I’m wearing right now, what am I bringing with me?” After telling him all the strange junk I had in my car, he sent me to immigration. On the slip he gave me, under things I claimed, he wrote “sleeping bag”. Why that’s an issue, I don’t know. After waiting for about 40 minutes, a new person asked me some questions and let me go. The rain didn’t help my situation either. I started feeling knots and form and a soreness around my shoulder bones. I daydreamed about the stress-free life I had not even a week ago. It’ll come again.
Next thing I know, I’m at Erin’s. As soon as I saw her, I knew the next couple of days would be a lot of fun. It’s always a fun time with Erin. The word no seems to disappear when I’m with her. “Wanna do this?” The reply, either from me or her would always be “YEAH!!!” like we were little kids being asked if we wanted ice cream for dinner. I took a rest and we got on the road again to get a head start to the 11 hour ride to Maine. She wanted to know all about my trip. She claimed I would have some details that I didn’t share in my blog. I ended up talking for two hours. My throat was dry, I started getting light headed and I started getting times, places and events mixed up towards the end. Being exhausted from driving so long and talking her ear off, we stopped in Bennington, VT for the night. The next day we continued our way to Acadia National Park. There was much construction on the way. Apparently New Hampshire had been flooded. The towns we were passing had a lot of character to them. We finally made it to Acadia.
We decided to drive through the park and check it out. It was a weird park in that it had one main one-way street, and you don’t really pay to get into the park until you’re half way through that road. It’s not by any entrance, just out in the middle of nowhere. I don’t know how they figured that one, but I’ll spare myself the agony of trying to answer what is most likely unanswerable. The day had been rainy, and the clouds lingered into the evening. So everything was hazy and gloomy. The park had potential though. We saw a beautiful sunset even though it was behind the clouds. We tried driving up a mountain along the way, but it got too foggy at one point. The scenic overlook was just a light shade of gray in every direction. We didn’t make it to the top, but we figured it was moot to go any further. So we drove back down, and went into downtown Bar Harbor. Had some delicious food, shopped around for a little bit and picked up maps and brochures so we could lay out the rest of our visit. She’s an early sleeper, so now I’m kind of stuck, wide awake, in a cute room with spotty internet because the building is made of metal. I guess I can organize some pictures so I can post them, like the CO ones. Maybe I can study some too… I’ll think about it.
09/19/11
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