On the Way Home

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.