Too much driving

We've been busy up here. Friday we drove to Boothbay to hit the used bookstore again. Yesterday we drove to Bailey and Orrs Islands, where Dad and I grubbed around looking for sea spiders (didn't find anything) and stopped at Target in Topsham. Bailey's Island was gorgeous, and would have been more so if it hadn't been all hazy and visibility limited.
Today we took off for Stonington, the very southern tip of Deer Isle, which is only one peninsula south of Bar Harbor/Acadia. Long trip. Unfortunately, it was foggy. We drove into the peninsula through Blue Hill, formerly the home of Robin McKinley, my favorite author. I stopped into the local bookstore where I got to see a photo of her and Peter Dickensen's house in England, and got directions to the house where she lived. It was adorable. I wish she still lived there, so I could have totally violated her much cherished privacy and thrown myself at her feet.
Many twisty turny roads later, and many would have been scenic if they hadn't been covered in fog views, we arrived in Stonington, where Dad picked up his baby lobsters and we had an overpriced lunch before heading home. We had planned to go back through Castine, a village which is supposed to be absolutely gorgeous, but since visibility was nil we opted to delay that.

Highlight was definitely when a BEAR walked right out in front of the truck. I had to swerve off the road to keep from hitting it. I wanted to grab my camera for a picture, but Dad forbade me getting out of the car and by the time I got sorted out the bear was off into the woods.

Yesterday, on the way to Bailey/Orrs, we were first on the scene of an awful wreck. Two women in a Saab went off the road, flipped about four times, and landed right in front of us. Dad and I along with two other guys held the car up off the passenger's arm until the Wiscassett fire department and EMS arrived. I could hear Karen doing my CPR training in my head; it was scary as all hell and I'm just glad the car didn't want to catch on fire, because I was damned if I was going to move what I considered spinal risk victims. I felt nauseated and horribly tired the rest of the day. It was awful.

Tomorrow I want to lay around by the water and read and NOT spend any time in the car. I miss the horses; I wish I could go ride. Reading Fugly and Mugwump just makes me want to ride even more. Haven't called Yet b/c I don't want to hear that Seamus a)isn't sold b)doesn't show signs of being so and c)I owe her another check, the one which will cause me to have officially NO MONEY. And of course since Mom and Dad are in the process of buying a house up here, they can't float me a loan. I'm scared.

Enough for now.