It has taken us over eight states, two countries and 1,400 miles, but we finally made it to Deer Isle, Maine!
Leaving Quebec, we thought there's no way that any place on Earth could be prettier. There were mountains and creeks as far as the eye could see; it was nature at its finest. It didn't take long for us to reach the U.S. border once again. Remembering our issues at the Niagara Falls crossing, we were a bit nervous.
We decided to forego the primary crossing point and head to smaller checkpoint further to the East; and smaller it was! There were two small brick buildings: one on the Canadian side and one on the American side. The American side also had a small garage.
We weren't quite sure what lane to get into. The signage was pointing trucks and trailers to head to the left, but the left road was closed. We just waited back a bit, to the dismay of the people behind us, until the guard motioned us ahead.
He was calling us into the small garage opening. It really didn't look like we were going to fit, and we almost didn't, but luckily, we barely squeaked through. The guards in the tiny Maine town were much nicer than the ones at Niagara Falls. We had a quick chat, he looked over the trailer and sent us on our way.
In all our travels, I still find it incredible how the landscape changes with the borders. New Mexico and Arizona have similar canyons, but as soon as you cross that imaginary line into Arizona, they turn bright red. It's almost like the boundaries were made based on the geographical differences.
This one was no different. While we were convinced that nowhere could be prettier than eastern Quebec, we were very wrong. I don't think many words were said during the entire drive through western Maine besides "wow" and "did you see that." The only word that could describe the views is "pristine."
The mountains were covered in dark green pine trees, crystal clear lakes and streams were around every corner and, most importantly, there were no people or traffic anywhere to be found. It definitely made our camping bucket list. Next time perhaps.
Finally, after a beautiful road trip through Maine, we made it to the all-familiar bridge to Deer Isle.
He likes pizza.