Today we woke up in Camden, Maine which I highly recommend to first time Mainers. Plan to stay in one of the B&Bs near town and eat on Main, Atlantic or Bay Street. All 3 streets face the harbor and the view is delightful with old and new yachts and fishing boats. Water runs into the harbor from a river and you can sit in several restaurants right on the river above the harbor. As we are on our last story on CD, and it is a sleeper… We shopped for books on CDs and found 2 bags full… We visited the public library where we found paperbacks for 50 cents each, a really neat bookstore with a bargain table that yielded about 8 books on CD, and finally visited the Stone (I can’t remember the name of the store… stone something) you go through a door and then you face steep stairs, climb to the 2nd story and meet an eccentric gentleman (whom Chuck said reminded him of Dr. Skipp) who has assembled an amazing collection of books and CDs. I felt like I was in my library at home and fell to reading Yeats and ee cummings poetry. I looked through his extensive collection of books on CD and bought 2, and Chuck bought an old John Wayne film from 1930 that we had never seen… Can’t wait to find a DVD player. (the book seller said it was from his personal collection, but he’d sell it … of course he would. The shop was hardly busy and we were his only customers perhaps for the week (it being Monday perhaps I exaggerate).  We drove at a leisurely pace north on US1, stopped to eat some lobster chowder (Chuck) and clam chowder (me) and shrimp that was amazing (I only had one bite due to my shrimp allergy – I am being careful), we then turned into the group of islands that make up Bar Harbor and SW Harbor. We arrived at Dave and Moira’s lovely home and Chuck and Dave drove off to shop for lobster (excuse me… lobstah) and wine. First, I can’t believe we drank all the wine Chuck brought from Miami and the 2 bottles of Four Daughters we bought in Minnesota and the wine from the winery we visited in Ontario called The Good Earth. Second, we need lobstah to eat with the wine so off with you boys and come back with many bags. I contentedly agreed to stay home and unpacked my suitcase and several of my bags into a drawer and put my night gown and robe on the bed. Put on slippers and baggy sweat pants and tried to settle on the back porch, but the wispy mist of rain sent me indoors. Now I’m on the soft green sofa in the front room, feet up, I’m settled. They might have to use a screw driver and pliers to pry me out of here, but I know we will have to move on, south, eventually. Time to rest and read while I await the return of the boys from shopping and Moira from work. (Boys came back, Moira returned, dog is being walked, and all is well).  God bless you.