Just When I Had Given Up Hope...

So, I had pretty much completely given up my dreams of seeing any significant fall foliage on this trip a couple days ago, but behold!


Okay, so it's not exactly "When Harry Met Sally"-worthy, and it's just one rest stop in Maine near the Canada border, but hey, it's pretty exciting for a guy who grew up in the San Fernando Valley. According to the "Fall Foliage Network", northern Maine has reached "moderate" level of fall color. Yee-ha! Moderate fall color rocks! Mod-er-ate! Mod-er-ate!

In other news, after three weeks on the road, we have now completed the "cross-country" portion of our trip. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, we have reached the East Coast:

That there's the Atlantic Ocean. Looks kind of like the Pacific Ocean, I guess. Except the sun rises over it instead of sets into it. And it seems to be a little warmer. Still, it was exciting.

We're here in Bar Harbor, Maine, just outside of Acadia National Park. Maine is pretty darn pretty. Thumbs up. Although we've kind of overdone it on the whole eating lobster thing. In our past four meals, Kathy and I have between us eaten four lobster rolls, two whole lobsters, and three bowls of clam chowder. We're leaving Maine for New Hampshire tomorrow, which the lobster population will be plenty happy about.