I stayed in Bar Harbor, Maine, last night. The crowded touristy atmosphere was something of a shock after the quiet of Nova Scotia.
Today it was a long drive down through Maine, around Boston, across Massachusetts, and down into the Hudson Valley. There might have been a stop in Northampton. A girl needs supplies for her new loom, right?
Tonight I’m within stone’s throw of wool mecca, but at the wrong time of year, alas. To Pennsylvania on the morrow.