Our day started out with the drive from Laura's down the mountain and across Vermont. The scenery was absolutely beautiful. We drove all the way across Vermont and across New Hampshire and into Maine. It took us a very long time to get there because we relied on the GPS rather than the good old map. In the end, we put the GPS in the dash and got out the map and found our way just fine. There were mountains covered in clouds just about the entire way.
We drove down quiet country roads that were lined with white birch trees, like out of a magazine, so beautiful.
As we drove along, happily lost in our own thoughts, suddenly a huge shiny thing loomed in the sky ahead. It was IN THE SKY, way up, beyond high, it was like a hole broke through the sky and left this metal thing. I was hoping, hoping, but as I turned the bend, there it was---the Devil's Bridge. I call it that because once you were on that path, one mistake and your only path was down. It was not truly a bridge. It was a monstrosity!
I pulled off and asked a cyclist if there was another way to Ellsworth, but it was the only way. Well, maybe for her, maybe for most people. Not for me. I turned around, drove back a long ways down the highway, found another road going in the general direction, made a few turns and drove a lot of miles but I ended up on the other side without having to do that bridge.
We drove on to Bass Harbor, found our campsite and settled in for the night. There is a storm coming. Night all.
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