Sunday I packed Mia and about a months worth of camping gear in the Volvo and headed to Northeastern Maine, just downeast enough that we lost all phone signal. And this was 100% the goal.
I was seriously thirsting for time away, truly away and to do that now a days one has to totally disconnect from the leash that is technology as well. I wanted to be able to hear my own voice again, to feel free of things that have been all to heavy.
And even more, to be restored by the joy of hitting the open road with only the rough frame of a plan, and the openness that gives one, and take in the awesome nutritive powers that nature brings one. We were not disappointed, well maybe Mia was, but I wasn’t.
The plan was Downeast Maine first, the Bay of Fundy, setting the route roughly around campsites that were still open, and near the ocean.
At Cobscook Bay State Park, in Maine it was closing week so we had our pick of the campsites. Granted that was in the dark in a gale storm, but when I woke up in the morning it was clear that we based off the map, and looking through the rain at what appeared a good view, we had picked well.
And October really is the ideal time to explore the coast of Maine, the leaves are brilliant and still turning, and epic storm clouds add texture to every view (and sure it was chilly but not unbearable with the right clothing) and best of all, the tourists were long gone.
Cobscook State Park Campground is near Lubec Maine, the eastern most town in America, and an extremely poor one at that. The only cell service we picked up through these few days was off of Campo Bello Island, which is the Canadian Island made famous as the summer home of FDR. It is awesome how simplifying and present one is without that distraction.
We visited West Quoddy Head Light, and watched the fisherman in the dangerous and busy Lubec harbor. On Main Street, at the Town Gift Shop + Cat Shelter, we barely made it out the door without Olive the adorable 8 week old kitten who “loves dogs” and Mia loved her. I backed out the door talking about travel, expensive rescue pets and responsibility while Mia kept trying to nuzzle the clearly delighted kitten back onto her back like a money in a circus. Because adding a kitten to my entourage would definitely make sense.
Back at camp that night we doubled down for the predicted freezing weather coming in, and while I reveled in our view across the tidal flats with young eagles circling in the golden light, Mia was clearly wondering why we were not heading back to our perfectly good house with a roof and walls as the temperature dropped. So I put her in two sweaters and my marmot coat, much to her dismay, but it worked. The night was a snuggle down one in our cozy site, listening to the ocean and waking up to seabirds.
All in all, cooking up a dinner of stirfry veg and sausage, beer in hand watching the watercolor sunset turn into golden hour, then the blue hour, was absolute perfection. And sure it dropped to near freezing, it just meant I was wearing all the "emergency" skiing gear I had packed assuming I wouldn't need it. Gotta love car camping.
But if this is what freedom looks, tastes and feels like I want to get after this every week. We snuggled down inside two sleeping bags, one of us grumbling, the other over the moon and called it a night.