Last weekend, my brother and I took a trip to Maine, which was to meet a specific goal- we set our farthest points in all directions in a single year. We set the furthest West first, in Devil's Tower, Wyoming and then the North, in Virginia, Minnesota, both in the same week in May. Then, in September, when we visited the NASCAR Hall of Fame, we took a quick detour into South Carolina just to say we had been there, setting the new South point. That just left East, and I knew my furthest East had been on Cape Cod, which while I have not been there in several years, I have been to a few times. I got looking at the map and determined to get further East than that, a trip to Maine was in order, and Bath was the first town that is past the Cape. In the end, we ended up going a few towns further East and set Edgecomb, Maine as our new furthest East point.
The green stars are the new records, the yellow stars are the old records, and the red star is home. I can't believe that we were actually able to pull it off, and I can't believe I got my health corralled enough to do it, especially the Maine trip because my health has been acting up badly these past couple of weeks. My doctor literally prescribed that I get out and do more things, and we are sure making that happen.
Oh, but we didn't just drive out to that point and then turn around. Oh no...if we are going to do a trip, my brother is going to find us something fun to do and he sure delivered on that!
This is downtown Biddeford, Maine, where we went for lunch
I got to sit in the Edsel and the DeSoto! I still can't believe this happened, and I am and will be forever thankful to the guy at the museum that offered me the opportunity!
We hadn't gotten to the furthest point yet but I said to my brother as we were getting back in the car, that if we just turned around and went home right then, I would be happy. Me in the Edsel is actually now my profile picture on Facebook, too.