If he could sit up, this would be his view.

The backside of the 120-meter ski jump.

Lake Placid. As good a place as any to lie a-mouldering.

John Brown lived for a short time near lake Placid and is buried on the outskirts at the family farm.

Lake Placid, NY

The trip has become a race to see how far west I can get before I put the Beetle in the water. Fitting the sculling oar to the transom in Orono, ME and a flat tire west of Skowhegan after the garages had closed put me about a day behind. I skipped Lake Champlain and pressed on to Lake Placid. Heavy rain during much of the night. Here's the lake lapping at my tent site.

Camden Harbor, Maine

Wed, Aug 19th I drove most of the day from Portsmouth, NH inland to Houlton, ME. The Canadian border near Houlton marks the beginning of Hwy 2, the route I plan to follow west back to Seattle. The first planned sail was to be in Camden harbor on Friday. I overnighted at Camden Hills State Park Thurs night and woke up to fog and no wind the next morning. This is the head of the harbor.

Judith Point Lighthouse, RI

Judith Point Beach, RI

Where people go to walk off dinner at Iggy's Chowder House - the beach near Judith Point Lighthouse.

What my tent looks like to the boogyman

This is the tent set up without the fly at Fisherman's Memorial State Park near Judith Point. Lighting a candle lantern isn't the first thing that comes to mind when it's already 85 inside the tent. It's a small price to pay for the ambiance.