It's 11:48 am in Farmington, Maine, the Sun has just crossed the Equator, it's officially Spring, we had a rainy day driving to the border, at 5 PM we came into sunshine in Calais. Right away, we felt better about the exchange we paid for US funds, gas was 63 cents a litre, beer is $20.00 for two and one-half dozen, it comes in boxes of 30, two quarts of Crown Royal for $35.00 and draft at the American Legion was only 1.50. "Boots" the bartender was very friendly, he wore a baseball cap while serving, then lit up a cigarette, Trish was ecstatic! Boots was US Army and we also met another Paul from Ware, Mass., he was an airborne medic, as Paul was, so you can imagine the conversation. Paul asked him Where is Ware? He said that was a tired joke!
Boots directed us to the Wal-Mart and we camped in the parking lot, cracked the Crown Royal, made supper , then collapsed after ten hours of driving, three draft , burgers and sidekicks, but we were on the road again at 6 am. There was a cemetery across the street, but Trish still insisted on the Wal-Mart for sleeping!