2 90 86 17 88 9 4 1 129 & 130 What do all these numbers have in common??? These route numbers will get you from Toledo, thru New York, New Hampshire and Vermont to New Harbor Maine to see the Puffins!
Saturday May 16th, my son Dave graduated cum laude from Lourdes College in Sylvania Ohio and this Momma was way proud to see her son finally receive his hard earned degree. On Sunday the 17th, H and I attended a party for a dear friend who has now joined the ranks of the retired. On Monday the 18th we loaded our bags in the van, left the “mobile motel” sitting in the driveway and started collecting route numbers, starting with route 2 to Cleveland. If you ever need to stop for a good breakfast- the Blue Sky Restaurant in Lorain is a good place. Rt 86 took us right over the northern end of the Allegheny Reservoir where we camped with the boat last summer. Yes, the area is still inviting! The lake was deep and calm and the surrounding New York hills were lush, green and rolling.
For once we picked up the coupon book for hotels and motels and have used it all 3 nights and have stayed at 3 very nice motels – one in New York, one in New Hampshire and now in Brunswick Maine.
This afternoon we ventured up the coast and then down a few peninsulas to see what was waiting for us at the end of their long winding roads. We found several quaint fishing towns, nestled around deep-seated harbors with anchored fishing boats that bobbed at the end of their tethers in accordance with the direction of the tide. At the pier in New Harbor we enjoyed a seafood dinner while we watched the lobster boats return with their catch and then join their tethered harbor mates out in the bay. Our Puffin tour boat arrived and gathered her passengers on board like a mother hen gathers her chicks and off we went to spot Puffins and any other interesting birds, seals and porpoise that were waiting for us out on and near Eastern Egg Island. The captain and his first mate did a wonderful job of locating and pointing out all of the above, plus Auks, terns, and some bright colored ducks that neither H nor I can remember its name. The sun was already starting to set in the west as the boat returned to the dock and as we drove back to the motel, the sky turned a marshmallow-y coral.
