We visit George & Barbara Bush

Frank: Today’s down day of reading and relaxing in the trailer while listening to the gentle patter of rain on the roof didn’t happen because the expected storm didn’t happen. Apparently they rescheduled it for tonight because the same dire warnings are all over the TV channels and I can hear thunder right now and Peanut just ran into the bathroom and jumped into the tub. That’s his hiding place when loud noises happen.

So instead of relaxing we drove over to Kennebunkport and drove out along Ocean Drive and saw George H. W. Bush’s house which is actually a well secured compound on a peninsula that juts out into the ocean. After taking some photos from a convenient pull-over parking area that is probably just a coincidence (not) we drove past the entrance to the compound which has a stone guardhouse and had a black Chevy Suburban parked across the drive behind the gate.

Later we drove the opposite direction to York, Maine and saw the Nubble Light House, which we were told by an expert on such things (a total stranger in the RV Park) is the most photographed Light House in the world. Or maybe he said, “in America.” Or maybe “Maine”. Whatever, there were a lot of people there with cameras so I took a few shots and then we hit the souvenir shop. Also, while there I saw some seals on some rocks in the distance so I pointed them out to Cheryl and she looked real hard and said “one of your seals just spread his wings.” I looked again and realized the “seals” were actually really ugly big black birds. They may be Puffins as there are a few business in York named the Puffin this, and the Puffin that. Who knows. Who cares.

One last thought for today. As we drove through Wells, and Kennebunkport, and York, in traffic that moved slower than the thousands of pedestrians whose main pleasure is crossing the street, I got to thinking about beach towns. We had walked around in Ogunquit last evening and tried to shop but couldn’t find anything we needed or wanted. The problem is that once you’ve visited a beach town you’ve pretty much visited all beach towns and we’ve visited lots of beach towns over the years. We finally decided that beach towns are where you shop in funky shops for funky stuff that you buy, and display, and treasure, and store, and then sell at a yard sale. So other than our “been there” pins and a few good photos, we have nothing to show for our stay here. (Cheryl: We have memories, you big dummy!) Oh, yeah.