We crossed the border US/Canada border into Maine at dusk, just in time to meet the very outermost clouds of Hurricane Irene's storm system. We drove through soupy fog forever until we reached Bangor, Maine (Stephen King’s hometown) to sleep in a parking garage and eventually fall asleep to the sounds of the approaching tempest and the strikingly realistic Backstreet Boys cover band that was performing across the street. In the morning, we made our way to the gorgeous Acadia National Park and Bay Harbor, Maine. Although we missed a few good views of the coast due to lots of rain and massive amounts of fog, we had a gorgeous drive and experienced what the deliciousness of a legit lobster roll form Maine is. That afternoon, the storm officially hit (although it was considered to be a tropical storm at that point…we were very disappointed…), which we watched for a few hours from our electricity-less motel room. Once the storm had passed, the damage was no more than a few downed braches and lots of leaves. The area we were in was lucky though, as the major part of the storm barely missed us to swoop into the nearby Vermont and leave much of the population without electricity or most of their bridges for up to 2 weeks.
The following two days we spent driving through the picturesque countryside of New Hampshire and Vermont, which was absolutely gorgeous, but we were unfortunately unable to go very many places due to the storm damage. In a nutshell, Concord is surprisingly white trashy, the forests and private properties within them are like a fairytale, and there are at least 70 different kinds of wild mushrooms. Fotos!
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