Bethel, Maine was a small town way out in the country. We stayed just outside the city for the past few days. After being in New Hampshire it felt like we had gone back in time and the leaves had reversed their turning.
Here in Maine it is nice to see some farms again. It seems like we rarely ever saw farms of any sort in the past few states we have visited. The campground we stayed at was near a nice big corn field. It is so weird that it is just now getting to time to harvest. It feels like it was forever ago in Montana that it was time to harvest corn. There was a lot of work going on at the campground and they occasionally drove by in their mini tractor. Nowadays pretty much every time I see work being done, I wish that I could go help. Though I try to not think about the things I miss at our old home, I know, without hardly even thinking about it, that I miss all the work.
Visiting the town of Bethel was fun because we got to see where one of my great grandmothers lived when she was growing up. I have always heard so many stories from my great grandpa about his time living there on an egg farm, and it was so cool to actually see the places that he spoke so highly of. The country out there was so beautiful. There, we were much higher up, so the trees were much farther along in their turning.
We took the longer, more scenic route to head towards Bar Harbor. It was totally worth the longer drive. It was so beautiful.
Upon arriving here, I was quite surprised and disappointed to find that the “ocean” that I thought we were going to be staying next to was just a harbor. I would have never guessed it was part of the ocean. Everywhere you could see there were mountains surrounding it. On top of that, it was as still as a lake. In fact, this morning it was so still that you could see reflections in it. To our surprise, by this afternoon, all the water disappeared leaving a very odd looking basin. It was quite amazing as it is so huge and we are quite far away from the actual ocean.
