Last weekend there was a farewell dinner party for a member of our family who is moving to California. He's young enough to try this drastic move of his dreams. Taking practically the clothes on his back, early Monday morning, off he went.
Now, I would have to rent two or three 18 wheelers to transport the clothes on my back, plus some other stuff.
This is why he's the one doing this adventure and not me.
I think, however, he will find a few differences between Maine and California.
Such as.....
In California, your fastest commute will be down your driveway.
In Maine, you consider it a traffic jam if there are four cars waiting to pass a tractor.
In California, your monthly house payments exceed your annual income.
In Maine, your neighbors house foreclosed after an unlucky 24 hour mini-cruise on the Scotia Prince.
In California, the primary bugs you worry about are electronic.
In Maine, you think a mosquito could be a species of bird.
In California, your car has bullet proof windows.
In Maine, you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked.
In California, you pack shorts and a t-shirt to ski in the snow and a sweater and wet suit for the beach.
In Maine, if you have to dress up you wear a tie with your flannel shirt.
In California, getting from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about "20 minutes."
In Maine, you measure distance in hours.
In California, you know how to eat an artichoke.
In Maine, you eat ice cream with flavors like Moose Tracks and Maine Black Bear.
You never step foot in McDonald's. 'In N Out' is where you go.
In Maine, you can make a meal out of a Jordan red-dye hot dog, a bag of Humpty Dumpty chips and a soda.
When in California, you keep in touch with your relatives that love you dearly
via email, texting, skype and cell phone.
In Maine, you keep in touch with your relatives that love you dearly via email, texting, skype and cell phone.
So, my dear Z, do keep in touch. We wish you the best of luck, surfer boy.
Love from Maine......
This is the Bed and Breakfast that we stayed in in Prospect Harbor called Elsa's. It was a lovely, warm and inviting homestead directly across from the harbor.
The view across the street from the Inn. (Notice the light house in the distance.)
A corner of the living room.
The dining room.
The view from our upstairs bedroom. We had our own private entrance from the front porch.
We ate dinner in Winter Harbor. They have their own Village Doctor! 
...and a 5 and 10!
Photo of my husband, Mr. Downeastdoingstuff, aka Birdman (on his blog.) This is the position I see him in most of the time when we are out and about. Heck, even at home he takes many photos of our surroundings!
Down the street was this massive guy. I actually EAT that brand sardines! I didn't think they actually came from somewhere. (yes, I like sardines....me and about 2 other people)
Seagulls couldn't be bothered to move from their cozy spots...in the street.
This is looking down Main Street in downtown Bar Harbor. As you can see, tourist season has passed....just the way we like it. (no offense to potential tourists.)
Heading closer to the water.
One of the many hotels dotting the coast. Peak foliage season is past, but there are still some bright colors to tickle the senses.
Wicked good ice cream to be had. ( I would think it is wicked good. We didn't have any, but isn't most ice cream wicked good? We had a beer instead in a bar overlooking the water.) (SOOOOO nice!)
This is from the top of Cadillac Mountain. Those white specks below are where we were in Bar Harbor.
The road to the top of this magnificent mountain is part of the Park Loop Road in Acadia National Park. 
There is one lone whoopie left and I don't know who will nab it first. Since it's breakfast time, I think it's safe for a little while.
This is the view from the deck of the dining hall. It's a little late in the year for my blood, temperature wise, but visually it is a beautiful time of year.
This is the cabin the teachers stay in. There are cabin counselors that stay with the kids at night. (Thank God!) We are right on the lake and quite far away from the kids bunks. They have NO idea where we stay.....and we like it that way!
This is the outside of the Dining Hall.
If you biggify this photo you can see some of the little cherubs up on the hill.
Another view of the lake from the Dining Hall. For some of the children, this is their first overnight. Some are homesick, but they all survive, and in the end are very happy they did.
Last weekend there was a farewell dinner party for a member of our family who is moving to California. He's young enough to try this drastic move of his dreams. Taking practically the clothes on his back, early Monday morning, off he went.
