It was still cloudy and cool as we departed St. Johnsbury, VT on Sunday morning. Drizzle followed us into New Hampshire, but we could see a clearing line to the South of Hwy 2 as we traveled East. As we passed a sign for Mount Washington I took the turn. After a couple of miles the blue sky appeared.
The Pikes Peak of the East, I suppose. Would have loved to have driven to the top, but without the Casita. The only cloud in the sky had the summit obscured.
Back on Hwy 2, We saw a sign for another covered bridge. Turned around and traveled down a narrow country road for a couple miles, to find this.
Built in 1893 with wooden pins, wedges, and wrought iron.
Spent Sunday night just outside Bangor, Maine and made our way to Bar Harbor on Monday morning.
A blend of working fishermen, and tourists from all parts of the globe.
Sunset from the campground.