One dark day in the middle of the night...

Sort of describes the effect that (now) tropical storm Earl (the former hurricane) had on our first day at Balsam Cove Campground. Waves of rain started moving through the region around 1am with increasing variations every couple of hours. At about 5am I found a spot where water was coming into the camper so that needed attention to keep it under control. A combination of a couple of small pots and the occasional toweling masterfully managed by Carol. The forecast for clearing skies this afternoon was the case and actually began well before noon. To celebrate we took a drive around the peninsular area encompassing the towns of Penobscot, Castine, Brooksville, Sedgewick and Blue Hill, much of it with views to the bays and small harbors surrounding them.

Daylight view with the rain coming down.

Mudflats looking out over Penobscot Bay.

Maine Maritime Academy's training vessel.
I've seen this docked in Portland Harbor also.

These are more photos of the Castine Harbor

Overall view of our campsite.

So this blog's title is from a little ditty which I learned at some point of my childhood that goes like this:

One dark day in the middle of the night
two boys got up and started to fight.
They drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman across the street
heard those boys and came over and shot those boys
and if you don't believe me just ask
the blind woman across the street,
she saw the whole thing!

The things that stick with you from childhood.