Our Last Night In America

It’s been a wild ride this week. Up and down a section of interstate through West Virginia that most certainly was designed by a roller coaster engineer, potentially record-setting heat, endless miles of roadwork, a reoccurring slow tire leak and a couple torrential downpours accompanied by thunder and lightning.
But at the end of each day, we’ve enjoyed a quiet space in a beautiful campsite surrounded by trees and green grass.

Despite a few trials and tribulations, we have arrived in Northern Maine where we will spend our last night in America. Canada awaits and we are looking forward our first trip to the Maritime Provinces comprised of New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island. If that weren’t enough, we’ll load the truck and trailer onto a local ferry and take a six hour cruise to Newfoundland.
So, lots of excitement coming our way. But first, on this last night in the USA, we called the Schoodic Peninsula of Maine home. A campsite perched on the edge of Flanders Bay offered us a beautiful view across the water and cooler temperatures allowed us to finally sit outside and soak up the scenery.