The First Day Of Many More

 Whenever we start our annual migration south, the first day is always filled with apprehension. Only when a certain routine settles in we get back to a peace-of-mind kind of state.

A last glance from the FDR bridge towards Mulholland Lighthouse and we meet US-Customs

One of the questions in our mind this morning was what the US-Customs officer would say when hearing about our destination. Well, his reply was "Happy travel!" So all is good.

Getting to Machias,ME this time of the year we were in awe about the fiery red fields. The color appears to be from the red leaves of blueberry plants. Indeed blueberry farming is a major industry in Maine, as also in New Brunswick.

Our goal today was to reach an overnight stop just south of the Maine border in New Hampshire.

Wipers just getting busy

Even though the sky turned grey we had a good ride until south of Bangor,ME. After that, a slight rain made my wipers come to life. Soon enough the light rain was succeeded by more powerful showers. Our wipers were going full speed. 

More dark clouds south of us made me feel uneasy. And then my thoughts turned into reality. A full-blown rainstorm was now hitting our windshield. The water density on the highway turned to 100%, making for bad vision ahead.

And eventually I got enough. 10 miles north of Portland we pulled off the highway into a crampy turnpike rest area. A narrow strip of parking was available and a truck which had been sitting there just left. I maneuvered our rig into place and shut it down. I think it was only around 2pm, but driving in this weather was not an option for me.