Were We Abducted By Space Aliens?

Low tide @ Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ Lubec, Maine

Day 63      August 11

August 11th was a day full of crazy shit.

First of all, somehow, after doing a crap load of laundry the day before, we’d ended up with more laundry to do in the morning. Maybe it was the doggie blankets, I don’t really remember now. But really, how much laundry can you create while living in a van?

Next was the funny woman we met at our campground. She had recently purchased an Airstream Interstate, just like ours, but newer. And, just like we were a year ago, this woman was absolutely clueless about how to operate her space shuttle. She was begging us for help when she couldn’t figure out why her vehicle was beeping. Uh, how ‘bout putting on your seatbelt? Yep, that.

Next crazy thing was me talking to AT&T and finding out that our most recent bill was $575. WTF???? Put them on the list of companies I hate.

We left our campground and headed up Route 1, just a little ways, to Schoodic Point, which is separate from the rest, but still, part of Acadia National Park.

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Fiona @ Schoodic Point

Fiona @ Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Snorkeling

Snorkeling

A little help....please.....

A little help….please…..

Gumby & Pokey do another photo shoot.

Gumby & Pokey do another photo shoot.

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Man in nature

Man in nature

Check out the view from up here

Check out the view from up here

Wheeeeeeeee!!!! We made it to Schoodic Point!!

Wheeeeeeeee!!!! We made it to Schoodic Point!!

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

As we were parking Fiona in what definitely seemed to be a “no parking” kind of spot, we were approached by a ranger. He wasn’t coming to tell us that we couldn’t park there, but he was coming over to talk to us about our RV, and to weasel his way into getting a tour of the inside. Seems he plans to retire in about a year, and wants to get a space shuttle just like ours!

We finally had to get on our way, said goodbye to Acadia National Park, and headed north. Just as we were leaving Schoodic Point, we saw a cow on a leash in somebody’s front yard. Yeehaw!! Must be Maine!!

It was early evening when we arrived in Lubec, Maine, the easternmost town in the USA.

Welcome to Lubec!

Welcome to Lubec!

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The sign-in board, as you enter Lubec

The sign-in board, as you enter Lubec

We walked around the tiny town, watched the sunset and marveled at the extreme low tide. Met some really nice local peeps watching the sunset, and more nice local peeps inside the local tavern.

Lubec

Lubec

Low tide in Lubec

Low tide in Lubec

Lubec

Lubec

Lubec

Lubec

The main street in Lubec

The main street in Lubec

Fish mural in downtown Lubec

Fish mural in downtown Lubec

Tiny little main street in Lubec

Tiny little main street in Lubec

Cute little town with cute little storefronts.

Cute little town with cute little storefronts.

Lubec

Lubec

It was in Lubec that we thought perhaps we’d been abducted by aliens, ‘cause the time indicated on our cell phones, kept switching back and forth by an hour. And Mark’s phone and my phone weren’t in agreement about what time it was either.

Finally, we figured out (‘cause one of those nice local peeps told us) what was happening. We were literally, at the border to New Brunswick, Canada, and New Brunswick is on Atlantic Time…an hour ahead of Eastern Time. Our electronic devices were confused, as they kept jumping back and forth to the Canadian networks and picking up the Canadian time.

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

August 11th was a day full of crazy shit, but it stopped short of including alien abductions. Phew.

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