Main-cation

So last weekend I went on a cheeeeap vacation to Maine with some friends (hit New Hampshire on the way --woohoo!) and here are the photos to prove it!

We were super excited to get on the road!

Apparently in Maine they need signs telling them not to drive into oncoming traffic.  If they need them I'm glad they have them.

Jasper's Restaurant, Motel, Bar & Grille, Tire & Lube, and Salon -- the price was right and the bathroom was 17 steps up from my bathroom at home but about 9 steps down from my bathroom in Missouri.  Make of that what you will, but it was nice to be able to fit both of my hands into the sink at once.

Bar Harbor, Maine in the off season.  It's a super cute, crafty kind of place.  I bet it's busy in the summer, but we hit it at the tail end of the off season.

Random signs of Bar Harbor.  Yes, that's a moose on a roof made of Christmas lights.  And I've always heard 1978 was a highly sought after year for oil paintings.

This is me pointing out how neat nature is -- Youtube "Neature" by Lenny Pepperbottom if you don't believe me.  Yes, I just used Youtube as a verb...  And we pointed out neat things all weekend.

The harbor, for which the town gets its name.

Pretty ladies.

I have unusually good powers of persuasion.  The plaque in the middle reads, "This Plaque Honors Those Men and Women Who Have Fought In The Defense of Our Country".

Something hilarious is going on at Acadia National Park.

I'm going to live in that house some day.

Friends on the end of the world.

A sand beach is a huge deal in Maine.  It's a tourist destination, no foolin.

Pretty.

East Coast Maggie -- performing Tuesday afternoons at the BUSM.

Rocks and sand and ocean and trees...doesn't hardly seem fair for one place to be so pretty.

I won't tell you how many tries with the self timer it took us to get a group photo.  Let's just say it was more than four.

Really, Maine?  Really?  You're making it too easy.

The rocks at...Thunder Hole.

The waves coming into...Thunder Hole.

Me at...Thunder Hole.  Okay, so apparently when the waves come in just right it creates a pocket of air under the rocks that then explodes, causing the water to shoot up (sometimes as high as 40 feet) and creating the sound of thunder.  Very cool.  Poorly named.  If you have the sense of humor of a 10 year old boy.  Which we do.

This is where we had breakfast on Sunday.  I don't remember the name of the place, but the sign out front boasted "over 2,000 served".  That's gotta mean something, right?  Also, really good homemade bread and English muffins.

This is somewhere near Augusta, Maine.  And, I don't really know why, except that the opportunity presented itself and...in the words of Gene Kelly, "Gotta dance!!"

And this is my vase full of pine cones that I put up at work to make me happy.  It works.  I have simple desires.

So that was my trip to Maine, more or less.  It was a lot of fun and super relaxing.  Now on to finish my next 6 weeks of class...oye.  If you're the praying type, I could use them.