Back in the USA
About this time each year we herald our arrival back in the USA and again this year it was on a different stretch of road, US 1 into Calais, Maine.
Below is the customs border stop in Calais. This is Tuesday the 29th of September and we are the only vehicle in sight .... I mean no one else behind or approaching. All the vehicles you see here belong to the Border Service or Customs.
For only the second time in our RV history the customs official said, "I need to come into the RV to look around." Like in Duluth a couple of years ago we readily let the customs guy come peek in the Flying Scotsman ... probably the highlight of his pretty quiet day, eh.
He said have a nice day and soon we were not having a very nice day. US 1 was being fixed in many places and even where it was fixed it was a pounding nightmare ... more screws falling from the fixtures in the bus. I mean, when you are piloting 20 tons of bus pulling a car and the road looks like this you have to hold your breath as well as the wheel as you try to stay between the barrels.
And then we looked at the weather. Jeez. We were trying to get as far as Brunswick when I took the below picture but due to the nastiness of the weather we opted for a closer stopping point. While this disturbance was a different event, hurricane Joaquin was in the news and we were aware of the potential to really affect our fragile existence in the roaming bus.
A few more two lane roads later and being a bit weary of the pounding road we arrived in Harrington Maine at the Sunset Point RV park. We had asked for a pull-thru as usual and 50 amp service and were given a spot which had both of those requirements ... aaahh but we naturally assumed it would have a sewer connection as well ... nope. OK, walk back to the owner's house, ring the bell, say I gotta go potty, get pointed to a new site with sewer, unhook the car, move over there, re-hook stuff up ... Hey, level site and very quiet and about $35.
Off on the last day of September again in a pretty hard steady rain. We finally hit Interstate 95 and motored uneventfully toward Augusta Maine.
We picked the Gardiner KOA near Augusta and weren't disappointed with the choice. The park was on a pretty steep slope but the sites were nice level gravel and again it was quiet and dark ... our kind of place. The sites were about 65 feet long and we were in a pretty heavily treed place ... pretty. Off the next day toward the Boston area.
