I LOVE MY LIFE

After my brief run-ins with beauty just north of NY City, I decided that if I didn't do the rest of the North East (scenic route)now, it may not happen. So 36 hours ago, I set off for Maine. I could never put into words how important that decision was for my life. Essentially, in the last 36 hours I have driven almost 2,000 miles (with another 500-ish tomorrow) and there is not an ounce of bitterness in that statement. I left NY and headed towards the coast of New Hampshire/Maine, with LOBSTER on the brain! I decided for the first time since leaving Tampa, that Susan (GPS) wasn't even allowed on this trip. SOLO-MISSION! So I navigated my self in every 'perfect' direction (although not always efficient) to see New England as it should be seen. I am still trying to process the amount of absolutely beautiful scenery I encountered yesterday-RIDICULOUS. The rolling hills, myriad of sail boats, never-ending waters...heaven. Maine's coastline extended the drive by about 3-EVER-SO-WORTH-IT-HOURS and ends with such a new-found respect for much of life.

Don't let me fool anyone, the brilliant drive up the coast ended with the Lumber Jack Jills, the lumberjack olympics-if you will. WORTH EVERY $8.

So From Trenton, ME I travelled W, SW to the White Mountain Region. I was in the car for almost another full day, but the things I saw were divine. Clearly, the scenery is subject to change based upon time-of-year, but I think that this time of year is it. The depth of the clouds in relation to the towering mountains is something I could never give justice to via text. I have known that I am living a dream since the day that I left town, but the extent of the dream had never been defined. At least for now the dream has been given relative terms.