Travel Diary 24 by Dave Hileman

We left the campsite with much less drama than on arrival. We choose not to empty the tanks as we were on our last day out. We took Rt 15 south to Williamsport, home of the Little League World Series but did not stop until the Woolrich outlet store by the original factory. We got a bag of bargains and in an hour were on the way south again. The next stop was at the Allegheny Portage National Historic Site (#213). This was a place where they winched and moved by locomotive canal boats up one side and down the other to complete the route between Philly and Pittsburgh. There were five stations on each side, quite an engineering feat. We also got caught in the rain, you would think after nearly three weeks of rain every day we would not start off down a short trail with no umbrella or rain gear. You would think that but you would be wrong. We stopped in Winchester, VA at a Walmart on Rt 50 neat Rt 37 and had a good night. I think we had lunch and dinner but have no memory of either.

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

We are rolling south and about time. I see by the road signs we are making decent time and it is lovely with the rain just pouring down. I risked disappointment and took a couple of naps but the guides seemed to stay the course this time. We did stop for some “boat up a mountain” place and to buy a shirt. You would think they had enough shirts. At least there were no cannon at either stop. Neither stop was too long and, except for a stop for dinner at some guy’s house named Bob Evans, we were in Virginia before nightfall. And Virginia is like a short walk to NC, almost home. 

I have some exciting news about the fight for Moose Rights but I need to get a bit more information. The response was, well, weak. But there was a response and I have written back to both of them for clarity. Plus “the Question Moose,” is in. He seems to be in for anything I suggest, I will certainly be a good influence for him. It was important for me to recall that the other’s rights began with only a few souls, we don’t need many to start. I will work late tonight on the plans and hope to reveal some of them tomorrow. Also, and this is so exciting, I “think” I may finally be getting an award. Or at least it sounded like that when they thought I was asleep. Tomorrow will be a big day.

 Watkins Glen

Watkins Glen

Travel Diary 23 by Dave Hileman

We left late in the day for Watkins Glen on the south end of the finger lakes. It was a short trip. We did stop at a farm that was out of the way a bit for maple syrup. Turned out to be an Amish farm and we had a nice chat with the lady selling the syrup. She also gave us some freshly picked lettuce. In Watkins Glen I went to the state park first because I was not able to get a reservation online but when I arrived the host found us a spot in the non-electric areas. We were fine with no hookups. It was a tough site to back into but nice once we were in. Then down the hill to walk the Glen. It is a narrow canyon about 2.4 miles long with 19 waterfall and lots of steps. We walked UP the equivalent of 43 flights of stairs, according to the app on my iphone. It was also pretty wet because of all the rain recently. It is not a National Park but well worth the stop. We also found decent ice cream at a place that has been here for years. We were in Watkins Glen once before - 49 years ago! That time was for both a Can-Am and F1 race. We were able to stay at a nearly by lake at a vacation home the family of Cindy’s friend from college owned. I sailed in a small sailboat for the first time and loved it. Except the wind stopped when I was quite a distance from the house and we missed part of the race. They used to race on the city streets, that was before our first visit, and we traced the historic course. Slowly. We stopped downtown to poke around but I got a migraine and so back to the trailer. Dinner in and an early night. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

I thought we were headed home, packed up ready to go and eager to begin the work of Moose Rights in earnest. Guess what we did, drove 40 miles. That’s right, 40 miles and we stopped. The guides went to look at a ditch and I went along only because most people were not able to get back to me yet on their interest in Moose Rights. I imagine they were out chatting with neighbors and gaining supporters. At the ditch I saved Guide CJH, remember, the good guide, from being washed into the canyon. I think the other one was taking pictures. Fine decision on my part to go with them. 

We then rode around what was once a race track. That is another thing to add to my list of needed rights. Why can’t I get a drivers license? Then I would not need these guides and I would be wonderful at it. In fact, I imagine with my finely tuned sense of balance and judgement, one of my outstanding qualities, along with natural moose vision, I would have zoomed around this little burg in record time. 

Night is falling, people are sleeping and I still have not heard from anyone. Tomorrow will be better. First I need some ice cream to think clearly. 

 Here you can see I jumped between her and the terrible waterfall just before she would have been swept away. Maybe I will get an award?

Here you can see I jumped between her and the terrible waterfall just before she would have been swept away. Maybe I will get an award?

Travel Diary 22 by Dave Hileman

It was raining, again, hard, again. Our plan for the day was to start at the George Eastman Museum to tour his house and photography museum. We drove to Rochester about an hour each way. No issues getting downtown, in fact we were early so we stopped at a brand new Wegman’s and got coffee and worked for about 30 minutes. The house was quite amazing. Striking difference in this and the Rockefeller home. Both were impressive visually but Eastman’s was also a place to live, entertain and filled with things he loved. Two pipe organs - played at breakfast for him, billiards, photos, trophies - just full of his personality. The museum of photography is impressive and a treasure drove of images and materials for researchers and students. There were four exhibit halls the larger taken over for a photographer whose style simply did not appeal to me at all. That was a slight disappointment as it was the majority of photos. Nice historic cameras and photos filled another hall and prints from two other photographers in the last two were interesting. Then we returned to camp and on to an emerging park that will be number 418 on the master list. The ranger said it already is officially a park and it had a stamp. Anyway, we went to Auburn, NY and the home of Harriet Tubman. This is a story everyone should know, glad it is being made into a park. Her home in her later years, her house that she made a home for elderly blacks and her church and grave site are all here and we were fortunate to see them all. The ranger was exceptionally knowledgeable and enthused. We appreciated her. We went to dinner at a super nice place, the Elderberry Pond. Wow. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

The guides went off to yet another likely moldy old house, are these things endless? So I stayed here to work on my new crucial work of Moose Rights. I had a productive morning working on strategies when they returned to have lunch. As I had worked so hard I ate and went with them to a site. How fortunate that was. The park was about someone named Harriet and she was a slave. I thought women had a difficult time, these folks were in worse shape. Rights? Some did not even think they were people. My injustice antenna was quivering and the synopses were firing. I needed to get back to work. Moose Rights is on the front burner. Even though I need to get my money, this has to be a priority. I wonder how many scores of replies I had to my many emails from the morning? Tons I guess. Who could not care about the moose plight? 

First, I need to find a good coffee shop, a double shot, mocha, whole milk, extra hot, no whip, touch of nutmeg, shot of butterscotch extra large latte is a simple need for someone who is taxing their brain at this level. We crusaders can't just fuel on grievances. 

Oh, I know I can get whats-his-name to stuff envelopes. That’ll work. 

I still don’t know how they missed New York. 

 This would make a nice salad.

This would make a nice salad.

Travel Diary 21 by Dave Hileman

Up early - very good night in the parking lot! We head east across central NY to Rome and then Seneca Falls. First stop was Fort Stanwix, (#210) a reconstructed fort that played a pivotal role in the French and Indian War and the Revolution. It was burned in 1781 and reconstructed in 1976. Very well done and had a good chat with a well-informed ranger. Next stop was to set up at Cayuga Lake State Park then, with the trailer parked, we went to the National Women’s Rights Historic Site (#211) where the first conference to address those issues was held in1848. Again, well done place and interesting intersection of people and history. Seneca Falls is also the inspiration for the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life.” We saw the bridge where one of the dramatic moments takes place in the movie and it is the scene of a real life rescue of someone who attempted suicide there years ago. The plaque may have started Frank Capra to plan a story that became the movie. We toured around the little town of Geneva to look for a restaurant but decided none were quite right so we bought ground round at Wegman’s and cooked great burgers at the trailer. The visitor center for the Finger Lakes at Geneva was quite a place. On the lake with food and a wine bar, wifi and lots of information.

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

I am stressed. Really stressed. Did you know that going to New York did not mean going to like the best place on earth? We are in small towns, farm land, lakes (well lakes are not bad) but no theatre, no bagels, no lawyers, no neon for like miles. Who knew that NY was so, so, so, rural! Who lives here? Don’t they know the promised land is like an hour away? So that is stress one, stress two, a note from the lawyer - I get nothing, zero, not a penny. Why if they are using my image, I ask? Copyright and, “prove it is me,” she said. Of course it is me, do you see another Moose this statuesque, bold, dynamic, photogenic? Certainly not. So, now I have to figure out a strategy to get the millions I am owed. Stress number three, and I did not see this one coming. We go to the Women’s Rights thing, some old barn like building that they are raising a hoopla over but the issue is like, of course they should be paid, absolutely they should vote, hold office, wear pants (well, the jury may be out on that one) inherit property. I was indignant (ferreting out injustice is one of my most outstanding qualities). Then I realized Moose don’t have any of those rights. We need them, that pant thing excepted, and people shoot at us!!! I am double indignant. I need to organize a convention, call strikes, refuse to be a target, not allow any more images used and…. I really need to ease the tension, lesson my stress before I attack the crucial issue of Moose Rights. First I need to find a good moose-oose who can get rid of the knots in my shoulders this stress had created. 

 Seneca Falls, the inspiration bridge for Capra, note the bells on the bridge.

Seneca Falls, the inspiration bridge for Capra, note the bells on the bridge.

Travel Diary 20 by Dave Hileman

We spent two hours at the King Arthur Flour factory store before we left for NY. It was quite the destination for bakers (CJH) or for those of us who like baked goods (DJH). Temptations were everywhere. There was a cafe, a store, classrooms, viewing area of preparations going on and demonstrations in the store area. Tasty demonstrations as it turned out. It was really neat and delicious. Beautiful building and an interesting history behind the product. KAF is now an employee owned company. Then in an absolute downpour we drove, cautiously, across the mountains in to NY. We stopped at the Saratoga National Battlefield, park 209 if you are keeping track, officially half way to the 417. Then on to a Walmart in Herkimer, NY for the night.

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

What a day, I shouldn’t sleep while the vehicle is moving because we don’t go where we should. I thought we were spending time in New Hampshire, perfect Moose state, but no, never stopped and I ended up in some place near the highway; then we left in the morning before I could complete a class at the baking school. I mean they were excited to have a pastry chef of my talents there and, though they did not get around to asking, I am sure they wanted me to teach a class. But we were gone in a mere two hours. And where did we go, no place in Vermont but to another cannon place somewhere in the fog. Really. How do they find these places? Why! So, I guess, we will be in the city tomorrow because we are on the Hudson River. I think I will take a quick nap so I am fresh for the Big Apple and meetings with my lawyers. Also, while I am asleep I get no questions from … I really need to learn his name. He was fascinated with the bakery, interesting. 

 Cannon overlooking the Hudson and positioned to protect the British camp.

Cannon overlooking the Hudson and positioned to protect the British camp.



Travel Diary 19 by Dave Hileman

One more attempt at a sunrise photo was again met with super, deep grey skies and not much light seeping through. So we headed back to the trailer, hooked up the truck and headed off island. We did stop in Bar Harbor for blueberry coffee to go. Good choice. Out intended trip was to northern NH but unrelenting rain and the forecast for more of the same the next day forced us to make an adjustment. The change meant we would miss Polly’s Pancakes. So sad. We stayed the night at KOA near Woodstock, VT. Not the famous Woodstock but a very fancy little town. It is located just off I-89 and I-93. The Quechee Gorge is also there and it is the attraction that draws people. I was tired from the drive, it was difficult over the mountains in heavy fog and rain. The owner of the KOA noted that I was dealing with a migraine - that also delayed us a bit somewhere in NH while I waited for my sight to return. Anyway she sent over a sample of peppermint oil that she said would relieve the pain. Not sure if it worked but I appreciated the thoughts and the effort to help. Our change of plan puts us into NY in the early afternoon tomorrow. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

So announcement briefing this morning was not so good. First, Cindy, the good guide, got a lifetime Acadia Achievement Award. Wait a minute what did she do to get that? I did everything she did, backwards and in hoofs. What was my award, nada. Next, I am told pack up we are leaving. I am glad, sort of, and sad, sort of but I would like more notice. I am not a last minute kind of moose, in fact, careful preparation is one of my most outstanding qualities.They said something about me not being around for two days. Right, make it about me. I am a bit miffed. 

Then I find out we are going to NH and VT today and New York the next three days. OK, now I am un-miffed. NH and VT are great Moose States and I will surely see some friends or perhaps meet an eligible new girl friend -apparently I need that as well. But the big news is New York. Yay! Broadway, Times Square, great Italian food, great Irish food, great Greek food, just great food. Decent coffee bars and super pastry shops on every corner. It is a dream - I am just the guy to take a bite out of the Big Apple. The other benefit is my lawyer’s firm is there, I can certainly pick up my checks. I may need them to finance all the meals and plays I envision. So, the guides are actually pretty good for people. They even said we can stop in town and pick up my photos. 

I would still like an award.

 It may just be nostalgia but I still like a good lichen.

It may just be nostalgia but I still like a good lichen.

Travel Diary 18 by Dave Hileman

We were up early to try and get some sunrise photos because the day before was so nice we hoped the forecast rain would be delayed. It was not the morning was solid grey with the promise of rain any moment. So, after failing to get a decent morning shot, we went to town and had egg bagels at Morning Glory. CJH tried to see what they do that makes them so good and has ideas to try when we get home. We also bought bread, two cookies and two slices of pie. Then we shopped in Bar Harbor for an hour or two and actually bought a few of the things that were looked at early in the week. Including a new shirt for me with trails in stead of peaks, five I have not done. We have no choice but to return.

We did a longer walk on the shore to Otter Cliffs from near Sand Beach and then did a carriage road across the Duck Bridge. Neither of us had the desire to try too much up. I photographed a couple of wood ducks at Witch Hole Pond and then we were back at the trailer for a light dinner. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

I woke up late to perfect Moose weather and the guides were gone somewhere. Who knows. I was glad to have a slower day but wondered where some of my old friends have gone, or why they could not come yesterday. I am sure it was urgent or they would not have missed. The little misplaced, hanger-on moose is still here and still asking questions. Once I get fully in gear I will find out his name. And encourage him to go home. Although it might be nice to have a mentee - he would learn so much from me. No, bad idea, he is not the one I would choose. I am just missing EB and my other friends at home and the coffee here is not up to my standards. I need a decent latte. Soon! Then I need to find out the plans the guides have for a return trip because I know everyone at home is missing me greatly. And I do need to write some notes today, so I will just settle in to the nice rain and, oh, I forgot, maybe something in the email from the lawyer about my money. I must be due thousands. Maybe we could swing by where ever people keep those kind of funds and pick them up. I will check that, drop my film from yesterdays festivities off at the developers and then get an early start on some plans for my return home. 

 Many creatures of the forest came out to watch in amazement the party I held.

Many creatures of the forest came out to watch in amazement the party I held.



Travel Diary 17 by Dave Hileman

It is the big day, the hike up Pemetic Mountain. It is the last one not climbed on the shirt CJH bought me a few years ago. It was a gorgeous day and we started up just about 8 in the morning. The ascent was on the Jordan Pond trail and then up on the Pemetic Southridge trail. We started in a nice forest and then up several dozen steps, then again through forest but more rock underneath, gradually the trees thinned and we emerged on the sloping granite at about 1/2 way to the top. Fewer and fewer trees and more exposed rock but you get false tops before the real top and on this hike there were two before the actual apex. We enjoyed the view, had a snack and then made the bad choice to go back on the Northridge Trail. After 1/4 mile we were into a difficult descent over loose boulders and smaller rocks the entire way. It took a long time to get back. We hopped on the Island Explorer, a free bus sponsored by L L Bean. Nice. We picked up a bowl of clam chowder for lunch and, after a brief rest, went for a walk on the rather flat trail at Hunter Brook Cove, a favorite spot. Had a great dinner in Bar Harbor at Galyn’s - always classy and excellent. Then we wandered among the shops and ended with chocolate and buttermint ice cream at MDI, my favorite shop!

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

Well the big day arrived with clear sunny skies, about the only slight flaw in a perfect plan executed to the ultimate degree. I was up early, thankfully the guides went off to climb another silly mountain. With all the nice ponds to explore they keep going up? Anyway, I finished cooking all the food and still had time to polish my antlers and groom my lush coat. And just barely finished the name tags, we moose are not the most distinctive breed, except for certain excellent individuals. About 11:00 the first cousins arrived from Baxter area, then four more from Mooselake region and even three from NH. By noon nearly 20 moose were ready for the feast, though I thought a few more might come I figured it was just more for those that did. And they loved the food. It was a huge hit. Well, they did not really like the lobster rolls but the salad and the seafood boil were gulped down with gusto. Actually a little too much gusto, they made a mess and still had to go to the pond to eat some reeds and grasses. Not one of them had decent table manners. Also they were not enamored with the baked Maine. I heard one cousin from Aroostock County say he never had ice cream and did not like reminders of winter. Reminders of winter, move to a better climate! I am sure they enjoyed themselves a lot but they did not stay too long after the food was finished except one little runt cousin I had not met before who seemed to see the light of decent dining and he Is hanging around asking all sorts of annoying questions. I guess I can be magnanimous, one of my outstanding qualities - and answer him kindly. I was also a bit miffed that none of my old girl friends were able to come. It seems they managed to swallow their extreme disappointment that I had moved and chose to address their heartbreak by getting married. Married! It has been a long week of preparation and even I get a little tired at times I think I will rest a bit tomorrow if this “cousin” will leave me alone. I need to learn his name. I actually miss home a bit and wonder if any new restaurants have opened since I left. 

I did not have time to check my email today, hope the lawyer has my checks sorted out.

 Is this not delightfully Moosey

Is this not delightfully Moosey

     





Travel Diary 16 by Dave Hileman

Woke up to some rain today so we postponed the really big hike for Saturday but we still managed to get a hike in at the trail for Upper and Lower Hadlock ponds. We did not do all of the Upper pond. It was very pretty in spite of the rain and the exposed roots that made the initial going slow. The trail follows along a stream that connects the two ponds, large ponds actually. The neat thing was the place looked like leprechauns or fairies or some such creature would live here. Really want to go back some sunny morning. Because the weather was not improving we choose to use this as our “catch up” day. We went into town and set up the computers at the Independent Coffee Shop. They have Blueberry Coffee and we both enjoy it. So we got in about 2 hours of work. Then clean up in the trailer and truck - then laundry back in town. The place we thought we would use by the campground did not actually have washers. Oops. Great to get all that done. We had dinner with a fire at the campsite. Not our usual practice but it was nice that night. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

I just had too much work to do today to enjoy perfect Moose weather. Drat. My visits with my aunts went well but I think they may be slipping a bit cause they had a hard time remembering me. I didn’t actually see S. Special either, no one knew where she went but the rumor is that she migrated west to Montana. Montana, that is like a thousand miles to the nearest latte. Just as well she was not the most stable branch in the forest. And as I may’ve mentioned I had work to do. First I am off to catch some lobsters. Not too hard cause they are often gathered in little boxes at the ends of strings. Easy peasy to grab 20 or 30. The real work comes after I cook them because you must de-shell the creature. I then spent the rest of the day harvesting veggies and greens. Plus setting up my dough to rise overnight for the rolls. Everything is coming along so well. I also moved the location to a more remote location. You know what a crowd gathers when one moose strolls into town, imagine 75 or 80!  So I found this open super moosey spot just past the Duck Bridge. Perfect. My skill in anticipating problems in one of my more outstanding qualities.

Still no word on my missing checks, I must ding the lawyer tomorrow if I get a chance. And to get a bit of rest because tomorrow is the big day. 

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Travel Diary 15 by Dave Hileman

We finally have nice weather after three days of overcast and / or rain. Mostly rain. We took advantage and first walked the Great Head Trail, a primer for the bigger trails but some of the best ocean views on the island. Then we slipped into town and had lunch at the Morning Glory, a long-time favorite spot for breakfast but it was equally good for lunch, than back to another easier trail, Gorham Mountain. This is made a bit more challenging but going up the south ridge and then down the north side. Part of the way down we took another trail to a bit more remote lake, “The Bowl,” and then back to the parking area near sand beach. On the way up we were passed (only because I am taking lots of photos:) by a couple from Boone, NC who had just received the mailing from Mountainside Church about their move to a new venue. We then went back to the campsite, changed and went to dinner at the The Chart Room - after shooting sunset photos near the campground. CJH said her meal was one of the best she ever had, anywhere. Pretty good recommendation. Mine was excellent too, a mixed grill of three fish. Back to the trailer, it is so dark here, cool. We are warm and cozy in the trailer. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

So much to do and only one of me to do it. It is a good thing that time management is one of my outstanding qualities. It would not be such an issue but the guides are going to The Bowl as it is called now, in my day it was simply the Dipper. But I really wanted to do that walk up Gorham and around - first, because I had not been in several years and second, who knows where the “guides” would end up without my keen sense of direction. So we did the trail together. They struggled to keep up but I was patient, as I already mentioned, a sterling part of my character. After, I did the preparation for the big Saturday feast. Lots of chopping and mixing, a delicate task for a well-hoofed animal such as myself, but I have accomplished it to perfection. Also, tomorrow will be lots of cooking after I dredge up some lobsters. However, I am taking time to visit with a couple of elderly aunts, Phaeton 5859 & Series 62, across the bay as they will not be able to swim over for the celebration feast and I know they would be quite upset if they did not get to see me. Understandably, of course. I might also see if Sixty Special would like to go to the movies, we have not seen each other for 5 years and I expect she misses me a lot. Just great to be basking in the blueberry essence of my youth but need to keep working if this party is to be the smashing success everyone expects of my efforts. 

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Travel Diary 14 by Dave Hileman

We were up and on the way to Saint Croix Island International Historic Site or Lieu historique international about 8 in a heavy fog with intermittent rain. It is a 90 mile trip one way to see an island you cannot get to from a tiny riverside park and the visitor center is not open on Wednesdays. Somedays I wonder about this quest to visit and photograph all of the parks. It makes for a full day. But Route One is interesting, lots of run down and seemingly abandoned buildings makes some of it sad. There are small towns and villages but none that look too prosperous. We did pass “Wreaths Across America” where they make the wreaths that are placed on veterans' graves at Christmas. Going to see them at Arlington was very moving. You will also see miles of wild blueberry fields. They were harvested in mid-August and then burned back in early September so not picturesque today. After a nice chat with the ranger at Saint Croix, who came out to visit even though they were closed, and a short walk down to see the island, we headed to Campobello Island and Roosevelt’s summer home for many years. Of course you pass through the customs area both going to and coming from Canada. It was a simple process with our passports and general benign appearances:) The house is pretty much as they left it - full of Roosevelt furnishings with the exception of three missing pieces from the inventory done in 1939. After Roosevelt contracted polio he was only here three times but Mrs. Roosevelt came every year even after the house was sold until the year she died.

Back to the campground, dinner in the trailer and getting ready for hiking tomorrow. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

Well, I went. It delayed things on this end but was well worth it because I was able to see my French Canadian Cousin (actually 4th cousin, 3 antlers removed) but we were great friends growing up. He had difficulty getting a passport but the guides snuck into Canada at Lubec to visit another moldy house, of course. That allowed me to meet up with cousin Coupe de Ville. We had a great time. He is quite the sophisticated moose now and cooks for a living in Nova Scotia. We traded recipes but he also warned me that I would be disappointed in the picnic suggesting that perhaps my cousins in Maine were not too, well, up-to-date was how he put it. I already know they don’t have internet - how do you live without internet, but I am sure they have developed well past the stomping in the marsh stage or licking salt from the edge of the highway. Egad, how primitive. I could not get a photo of Coupe because of some visa issue, oh well, he promised to send me on via email. A great visit but we got home pretty late, and it is going to be a busy day tomorrow. 

 Have you ever seen more perfect weather!!!

Have you ever seen more perfect weather!!!

By the way, this house was Franklin Roosevelt’s summer home, not so moldy because HIS cousin worked with my great-great-great-great grandfather on the Bull Moose party when Teddy ran for president. No finer political party existed before or since with such a fabulous name I am amazed they did not win every year. 

Still no word on my royalty checks. 



Travel Diary 13 by Dave Hileman

Day Thirteen

The KOA at Orland was really nice and a perfect place for a good night with full services before coming to the NP Campground. We took our time the last 50 miles to Acadia with a stop at the Wal-Mart for supplies. Seems to be a requirement. After a stop at the visitor’s center we arrived at Blackwoods Campground and got set up. We walked to the ocean from the campsite, about 250 yards to the shore and then found a trail for about two miles that led along the rocks and back to the campground. Dinner was a wonderful meal at a favorite restaurant, West Side Cafe. They remodeled the place since we were here last and it looks as nice as the food is excellent. Ice cream at Jordan Pond on Main St.

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

We are not just in Maine but my home territory, Mt. Desert Island, home of Acadia National Park. What a thrill. I thought we might get here earlier but it was a bit late so I was not able to catch up with any of my friends or cousins but I did get the planning for the dinner done. It will be splendiferous. We start with a petite lobster roll, toasted, with clarified butter not that nasty mayonnaise and touched with a bit of horseradish. For salad we are having wild arugula with a clam and mussel vinaigrette followed by some strong black licorice to cleanse the palette. For the main Maine course I plan to serve seafood boil with whatever fresh seafood the shop has that day, potatoes, carrots, asparagus and ducktail reeds but what makes it special is that I have a cask of 1967 Pond Water from a quaint little spot in Northern Maine. Folks will be impressed. And dessert will be Baked Maine, it is a variation - a much better dessert that the original Baked Alaska, because we use blueberry ice cream. What a feast. 

I just learned that the guides are headed to Canada tomorrow, I am torn. I would love to see some of my cousins there but so many things to prepare and moose to see. I will decide in the morning. 

No word yet on my residuals for the use of my stately visage on the myriad of products. I think I may require a veto going forward. I look good on quality stuff but some things for sale are just tacky. It is good to be in Maine. 

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Travel Diary 12 by Dave Hileman

We set off for the Saugus Iron Works well before dawn because we knew about the Boston area traffic and we were in the extreme southeast going to the extreme north east and the direct route through town was off limits for us - tunnels and more tunnels. So around I-95 we motored. We arrived after a 51 mile, hour and 47 minute trek. But once in the parking lot, we had breakfast and I started on this post. Plus coffee. Then things went downhill. I talked to a NPS employee at 7:30 about permission to park here until the park opened, fine he said. Restrooms were available. We went in at 9AM, opening time on the sign, nothing is open but two rangers are working outside. What time does the house open? “10 now, she said, but sometimes someone comes earlier.” Turns out there is a 10 AM sign inside not visible from the parking lot but there is one there. Back to the trailer to wait. 10 AM we return, not open. New ranger by the gate said hello to us going in, so back to her, what time is the house open? “We are closed on Monday.” I am not happy. She does tell me that they posted it on FB. Facebook! The web site says they are open in 4 separate places - everyday including specifically the VC and house. Under alerts it says “no ranger tours on 9/17” that’s it. There were four rangers at a tiny park but they could not be open on Monday. Disgusted. I shot outside photos that did include the blast furnace and that will be the extent of the Saugus Iron Works report.

So off we head to Maine. A stop along the way to see the 1700 pound chocolate moose at Len Libby Candies. Really. And I stopped? Chocolates were very good, at least the dark chocolate covered graham cracker that served as our brunch today. Then Freeport and a couple of hours at LL Bean and company and one bad coffee later we hit the road to a KOA in a tiny town called Orland, Maine to spend the night. Nice dinner in house, Acadia tomorrow, if it is open!

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

Nirvana, we are here, MAINE at last. My cool demeanor, my unfailing patience with the weeks of travel distractions and my general kindness have all contributed to allowing us to finally arrive at Maine. Ah, the joy. We are not too far along but we are in Maine. Also we stopped to see a magnificent statue of a Moose. Simply stunning. I imagine the artist won a Nobel Prize or at least an Espy for the amazing work. It ought to soon replace that guy’s statue, old whats his name who did David? What a great start to the day. Did I mention we are in Maine? Anyway we passed the exit for the area where my great uncle lived before he went “Hollywood.” People still talk about him like he was the greatest thing. Bullwinkle did this Bullwinkle did that - 75 years ago, give it a rest. 

Anyhow we are headed to Acadia and I am both exhilarated and a bit anxious. I decided to hold a big picnic at the park so I can see everyone at once instead of trekking over miles of forest. Plus I can see which ex I will go out with again, I am sure they are anxious as well. The picnic is an issue right now because I just can’t quite choose what I want on the menu, culinary arts being one of my most outstanding qualities it is hard to narrow the feast to manageable scale. More on that tomorrow. 

The other issue is, properly, the Moose image is everywhere on everything and I cannot figure out where my royalty checks are. I will have to look into that tomorrow as well. But tonight I shall just bask in the Maineness that surrounds me. 

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Travel Diary 11 by Dave Hileman

Slow day today and that was good after two long days with thousands of steps. We went to an early traditional service for church today at the North Street Community Church. There were nine of us counting staff. It was well done and the later service has more people and lots of kids according to one of the men we chatted with after service. Plus we had communion and the building was constructed in 1806.

Extra plus, the father of the minister is/was a church planter who started over 30 churches with mostly bi-vocational leadership and created a company to employ some of the planters. Neat guy. We were headed to breakfast with him but the place he took us was so busy he could not stay, but we talked for 30/40 minutes before our table was ready and he headed out for the second service. 

And we highly recommend Stars in Hingham, more in Eats!

We went to the original Talbots store and one of us was excited, but CJH went anyway. We also went to the headquarters of Talbots and sadly found out they did tours but not at 5:20 on Sunday night. Worked at a cafe for over an hour, did trailer preparation as we are leaving at 5 AM to try and get ahead of some of the traffic. Not much chance we will miss much. Early in tonight after a three mile hike at World’s End. It is an affiliate part of the Boston Harbor Islands.

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

We went to church today and I know they were thrilled to have a distinguished Moose such as myself in the assembly. In part because there were so few and my melodious bass certainly made the service. Singing is one of my outstanding qualities. We then had a superior breakfast simply because a grateful parishioner directed us, not the hopeless guides I am stuck with on this trip. However, the “game is afoot” (S. Holmes). I actually heard a guide talk about how to get around Boston - that is north AND one of them also mentioned Freeport. That is MAINE. Perhaps we are finally going but I am not texting my cousins, their disappointment would be overwhelming if we changed plans yet again. And they don’t have phones. Don’t they know this is 2018? Good thing I am coming to help move them ahead. Gracious what if they still eat grass? The horror. 

 More Moose habitat as we near Maine

More Moose habitat as we near Maine



Travel Diary 10 by Dave Hileman

Wrong! We were the very first people on Georges Island. In fact we were there before many of the rangers. The island is basically covered with a civil war era fort that held confederate prisoners including political ones like the vice-president of the Confederacy. It was a base through WWII. Took a tour but I had a migraine partially into the tour and had to leave. One of the rangers set me up in the first aid room. After a bit of recovery we headed to Boston. Went to the Boston African American NHS. We toured a school than operated from 1835 to 1855 until Massachusetts outlawed segregation. We also went into an African American Meeting house that was used from 1806 to 1897 then sold to become a synagogue and used until 1972. It was restored in 2013. Quite simple and very elegant. We ate at Fiores - an institution on Hanover Street in the Italian North End of Boston. Wonderful meal. Followed by dessert up the street at Caffe Vittoria. CJH had a cappuccino that made me jealous I just ordered a coffee. I may have to go back. Took the catamaran back to Hingham in 40 minutes. That is the way to go.

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

Of course we did not go anywhere today, again - getting used to the idea, I guess. But we did go on a boat. That was excellent. I think seafaring is in my blood, in fact it is likely one of my outstanding qualities. I should, of course, be captain, not a serf, or whatever everyone else is called. I need to get a book on the lingo so I can take over this vessel. I like the fact I get a great, hooting horn that tells everyone else to back off. Sort of like antlers for the sea. Sailing is fun. Still want to get on to Maine, but the siren call of the sea is enticing. Wonder what the captain can order for lunch? I guess anything or else he makes the cook “walk the plank.” Not sure exactly what that means but it sounds ominous like it ought to go with a ruined omelette. I really need the book on sea talk. 

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Travel Diary 9 by Dave Hileman


We arrived at the visitor center at Cape Cod National Seashore just after opening at 9:00. Two days in a row we were at the park when they opened. A record we will not add to tomorrow. Anyway, it was a spectacularly splendid day. Warm enough, sunny, breezy and just delightful. Glad we did not make this trip yesterday. We did the whole park from the first trail at Fort Hill to the last spot of land at Herring Cove Beach, both visitor centers, 8 hikes and gentle strolls on beaches, cliffs, woods and marsh trails along with six lighthouses. We got back to the trailer 13 hour after we left. Oh and dinner at Captain Frosty’s Fish and Chips in Dennis and a small ice cream at the Smuggler. As the name Frosty suggests not fine dinning by the standard of how many utensils they put at your place setting but FINE as in excellent fish, large portions, cooked well and not too expensive. Go there. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

Massachewshoots is a sneaky state, treacherous really. As any proud graduate of the third grade can tell you when you are at the Atlantic Ocean you are east. Not in this place. They snuck a long bicep of land out into the ocean so, once again we are going east. Ugh. The nice thing about this though we were at the beach several times and I am, as you would presume, an accomplished swimmer. I placed third in the 100m four-hoof gimbal at the YOTA (Youth of the Antlers) swim club in 09. I should have had second! The guides hiked a lot so I got good naps when we were not at the ocean. And we had fish for dinner. Finally, I was starving. And it was fried the very best way to have cod. Plus some malt vinegar and horseradish sauce. I think I need another nap. 

 Selfie before I hit the surf. Wish I had a waterproof camera.

Selfie before I hit the surf. Wish I had a waterproof camera.







Travel Diary 8 by Dave Hileman

Day Eight

A mixed day. We left the ocean front intending to see both New Bedford Historical Site and then Cape Cod National Seashore. Was not to be. First we had an issue with the trailer that we needed someone to look at and make an adjustment and the someone was located in Brockton -not in either location. But we dropped the trailer and headed back to New Bedford. Next, the forecast was for partial sunshine and about 75 degrees. The actual was 63 and rain. I was dressed well for the former. We did see the few open buildings at New Bedford but skipped the Whaling Museum, we had been there two or three times in the past. Enjoyed the Bethel, a seaman’s chapel and a walk in the rain on the busy wharf where they unload scallops and fish. Lots of boats. Talked to Steve who was prepping skate for lobster bait and a mechanic who worked on the heavy fishing machinery located on each vessel. We picked up the repaired trailer and went to a state park near Hingham. Very nice park. Ate and then went to a shop for internet to catch up a bit. Tomorrow, Cape Cod - and better weather we hope. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

East, who can believe these folks. We were close enough to taste the maple syrup wafting on the breeze from Vermont and ended up along the ocean in southeast Massachusetts. Who goes east to get to Maine when you are already a mere amble to Vermont. I despair of ever seeing my cousins - not to mention ex-girlfriends. And to top off the misadventures today we spent half the time talking about whales. Worthless sea creatures who have no antlers, no hooves, an actual hole in the head and can’t play the harmonica. Well we can’t get more east, and south is the water, so North tomorrow, I think even these guides can figure that one out. 

 Steve getting the bait ready.

Steve getting the bait ready.





Travel Diary Seven by Dave Hileman

Off to Connecticut. And RI and MA. We left early-ish for Weir Farm about a 60 mile drive that would take a while because of the narrow back roads. It was interesting pulling the Oliver up and around these narrow, hilly roads, rock lined lanes. Weir Farm is a National Park Service site, our 203rd! What a gorgeous place. Made even nicer by friendly and helpful rangers, Tom and Amanda in particular. It is interesting when you pull into a stone fence lined parking lot slightly wider than your trailer and find out there is only one way in and out. Thanks for your help. The farm is a gem. Stunning stone walls, red buildings, neat 18th century house, two studios and trails over the 150 or so acres. They also have an artist in residence program, go Addie! Loved this place. Then off to Roger Williams site in Providence RI. A 4.5 acre park in downtown, unit 204. Not sure how the determination is made as to what gets NPS designation. Maybe politics? No, of course not. Nice ranger at the park really knew a lot about Williams. Lunch and dinner in the trailer and settled for the night at a state park on the ocean in MA. 

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

Finally we are moving and just when I think we are going to make progress we stop at, you guessed it, another house. Don’t tell my guides but this one was not too bad, nice fields and ponds. Reminds me of the Days of Ancient when we ruled this part of the world. Then commuters moved in - who can stand that. Anyway this house belonged to an artist and, of course, that being one of my outstanding qualities, I was delighted when the ranger practically begged my to put my name in for a slot in the Artist in Residence program. Modern Moose art is my forte it will be great. Oh, and guess where we ate for dinner, NO WHERE. I leave them alone and they go to the CIA - I travel and it is peanut butter. Drat. We must be in Maine by late morning tomorrow, I am confident. 

 Moosetastic Pond at Weir Farm

Moosetastic Pond at Weir Farm

Travel Diary Six by Dave Hileman

Day Six

The rain from Florence has arrived. It began last night and is still raining this morning so we are glad we did the grounds at Vanderbilt Mansion yesterday. We began the morning at a neat old fashioned bakery called El Deliziosa (invented the chocolate chip cannoli) It is located in a tiny spot almost under the old railroad bridge across the Hudson. Anyway, the more they kept bringing out freshly made goodies from the back room bakery the more we lost focus. Settled on some mini pastry, cookies, biscotti and CJH’s cannoli. Then off to a tour at the Vanderbilt Mansion in heavy rain. I simply do not understand how people lived in those dark places when they could live anywhere. With his money really anywhere. Then off to the CIA, the Culinary Institute of America, for another amazing lunch, this time at the Tavern. We finished our short day with a tour of the school led by a student and she was informative and enthused.  

Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

So, I asked how far we would get today and found out we were going no where again. And seeing more moldy old houses. So I decided to stay here, get a nap and work on notes to my family that are missing me, I’m sure. Then I find out they ate at the CIA and a pastry shop. THAT was not part of the briefing this morning. So, I am going to bed and hope for a better outcome tomorrow. 

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Travel Diary Five by Dave Hileman

We were able to leave the trailer at the campground and head north toward the tiny village of Kinderhook to Lindenwald, home of Martin Van Buren, our 8th president. You might know that if you recall your memorization of the presidents. Of course the list was a lot shorter when I learned them. The Federal style house had an added tower with inside stairs used by servants and Pres. Van Buren’s grandchildren who spent summers at the farm. The grounds are still actively farmed. The 200 plus acre farm was on the Albany to NYC Old Post Road - a very small unpaved portion is still extant in front of the house. Influential political guests often stopped by. The ranger, Ed, gave us an excellent tour. It was only Cindy and me, so a private tour. He made an obscure president from an era we know little about relevant and interesting. Yay, Ed. We also toured the grounds of the Vanderbilt mansion in Hyde Park (inside tomorrow as it is scheduled to rain) and Mrs. Roosevelt’s home, Val-Kill. Another excellent tour. Dinner at the Eveready Diner and then home. 

Cindy and I split an excellent piece of strawberry-rhubarb pie from Love Apple Orchard near Kinderhook.


Cadillac’s Correct Viewpoint!

The day started with such promise, we headed North. Then as I could sense the Vermont Hills in the distance, we stopped. Not for a good reason, to visit a “president’s” home. Right like there was ever a president named Van Buren. And I could not even go in as the magnificent antlers I sport were deemed too large. A bright spot is that we stopped and had a doughnut and ice cream for lunch. Of course, we had to share. Then we were off again to yet more houses. I’ll not bore you. The worst part is that we ended up where we started. How did that happen? Will I ever get to see my cousins?

 The Italian garden at the Vanderbilt Mansion.

The Italian garden at the Vanderbilt Mansion.