Day 4

I slept HARD last night. I needed it. In the front seat of the car with a light glaring through the window and I slept like a log. It feels wonderful. Will I be in awe upon seeing the Atlantic from such a beautiful vantage point as I head down to route 1 today…?
Well, no awe. Some very nice scenery, but no awe. Apparently this part of 1 doesn't have that much of a view of the ocean. Oh well. And no moose. I really wanted to see a damn moose.
My knee is killing today. I'm thinking maybe I should do as the doc recommended and get an MRI.
Stopped at a lovely park to eat in Milbridge. There were some good waves crashing into the rocks, but I'm bad at photographing that stuff. I ate & climbed around for a bit. Now back to the road.
I've passed a few hitchhikers here in Maine; apparently hitchhiking is totally legal. I've mostly passed them by because I'm a chick travelling alone and I'm not going to be totally irresponsible. But I saw this very happy smiling skinny guy with his thumb out and picked him up. I had the time and his destination wasn't too far from mine, so I decided to kill time by taking him all the way there. We also stopped at swam at a great lake. The lakes here make my skin soft. Anyway, it was a good swim, he was a nice guy (shared his bread & seaweed with me and showed me where to pick huckleberries), and I got to see Mount Desert Island (where Acadia National Park is). There were a lot of people and a lot of traffic, though. I may not go back tomorrow as I originally thought. Headed straight to Paula's in Brooklyn. She's so cool and her husband son are nice. She does some crafts, sewing & painting, skis, ice skates & snowboards, and totally grows her own veggies (and etc). We went to see a steel drum band on Blue Hill. I was expecting maybe a 4 or 5 persona band. Dude, there were like 30 people in the band! Ranging in age, I swear, from 16 to 60+. The crowd was all ages, too. As the story goes, a Blue Hill local went to the Caribbean and learned how to play & make steel drums. He came back and taught more people in Blue Hill and surrounding areas. Now the thing to do is play steel drums. They compete against and beat Caribbean bands in steel drum competitions. WHO FUCKING KNEW!? Dude, they even somehow played steel drum techno and had all of the teens and twenty-somethings bouncing and waving their hands in the air. I might've even heard a disco call or two. Crazy! I just keep falling in love with Maine over and over. The landscape, the people, the water, the air, all of it. I'm having the best time. Next two night I'm hanging out in Paula's camper. She has a spare room for me if I want it, but the upstairs gets hot and muggy and she thought the camper might be more comfy and private for me. I have my own little apartment. THEY ARE SO HOSPITABLE!!! I'm trying to get Paula to come rollerblade Venice Beach. I may just hang around here and do some laundry and eat garden veggies and visit with the neighbors tomorrow instead of hiking. Everyone just seems so interesting and nice that I just want to talk to all of them. Anyway, I'll decide on that in the morning. It's after 1:00am here and I need to bed down. I want to get under the covers because the noseeums are going crazy on me. Although, I believe my mosquito immunity stands true. I have no welts or itching at all from those skeeters on the Androscoggin yesterday. Take THAT mosquitoes! Now if only I were immune to noseeums…!
And tomorrow I will hopefully get all of this online now that I can get an internet connection.
Which reminds me, I saw an internet café called the "Phish Net," which I found very appropriate for an internet café on the coast of Maine….