I drive up the coast and around a bit: Day three

Sunrise, or precisely how much the sun rose in the time it took me to get dressed and run - run - to the beach

Looking East, of course

Others too

Another day that at one point I thought might go bad, but no. Drove back to Portsmouth to see the USS Albacore, a prototype submarine from the 1950s. Then North, always North, to York and then on to the oddly named Nubble Lighthouse which sits half a mile or so offshore and is reached by a sort of cable car apparatus, but not for the public. Drove on up the coast to Kennebunk and then Kennebunkport, a horribly commercialised "village" which coincidentally is the summer home of President Bush the elder. I decided to stay Portland (I wanted to stay in one city on the trip), which I had visited for 10 days 21 years ago. I nearly decided to skip it when I saw the price of the downtown hotels and the interminable problems of driving and parking in the downtown harbour area, but decided to stay further out and walk into the centre. Took about half an hour and at first I thought the locale a bit rough, but then I realised it was a student area, and then realised that meant I knew it and so it was, I remembered this and that - this store, that statue, that street. Without really intending to I managed to walk through the traces of my own past. Much of it erased though, as the city has been dramatically revitalised. I can see why our students like it, it has a really funky vibe. Anyway, two beers and one mexican meal later, I get back to my motel satisfied again. Tomorrow, Northern Maine and Bar Harbor - rural to the max.