Maine

So, wow - Maine eh!?! What a feast for the eyes, as the first pictures attests - the colours are out in Maine. As Leslie said, it's like our road trip is perpetual fall - we're travelling as if to stay with this favourite season. And what a feast for the belly too - mmm, lobster! The next day we worked off the feast with a hike and a climb. The hike up the Precipice was something else - I didn't think Leslie or I were going to die, but others on the hike concerned me as one woman said 'a non-technical climb for the adventurous is an understatement - more like a hike for the foolish' - not sure what she was saying about us, but this awesome hike definitely took us up some exposed steep rock! Then we climbed - really, I was happy to let Leslie climb - but most of you know Leslie, and she is way too much about sharing experiences (I say this in love)! So I found myself following her lead up a 5.6 route (the story of O - I thought this for sure meant Oprah!) to clean gear - the close up of me is my ecstatic smile at having gotten to the top. Gosh, climbing scares me and there is just nothing in me that is a climber - I made it up in the most unorthodox ways possible (no 'how to climb' book includes the 'body smear' - that's a McGown speciality - one that I prefer go unobserved by any audience). Finally, we bid Bar Harbour farewell by cooking supper on Rhoda's trunk in the middle of the chaotic, but still beautiful, harbour.