In Acadia, it poured. Fortunately our tent was more or less waterproof, and when morning came, the rain conveniently stopped, and didn’t return until the morning of departure. In between there was plenty of time to explore Maine’s largest national park. Hiking, swimming and whale watching was on the agenda. Steve’s tele lens came in handy as Sedge the humpback popped out of the water every now and then.
Continuing down New England we arrived in Portland, Maine in the afternoon, where we, instead of camping, bunked up in Eddie’s mate’s house. Supposedly Portland has more bars per capita than any other American town. Therefore, take out Thai and Indian and some serious barcrawling ended our last night as a group.
