Going west from Maine was not a good choice. I stopped in Vermont.
Though it only seemed like a bad storm from the motel, you probably heard how bad it got there. All along the highway, repair crews were working. In Brattleboro, downtown flooded, a building collapsed and two of the three entrances to the highway were flooded. Cousin Jay was meeting with his Board, so it wasn't a good time to visit. I wasn't able to reach Kate and Bonnie--I assume that the electricity and phone went out, so I'm on a beeline to Florida.
So far, I've gotten lost in Wilmington and caught in Labor Day traffic leaving D.C. It's gonna be a while.
I've been thinking about this trip in its totality and am trying to write about impressions, lessons and loves. So much about NL brought back fond memories from childhood.
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