It's Monday night and I'm back on the farm.  The rate of change in
my environs seems strange:  breakfast yesterday in Bar Harbor,
Maine, supper in New York City, breakfast and lunch in NYC today and
supper tonight in Joliet.  I'll catch up to myself sometime later
this week.

There is normally a let down after the major goal of vacation has been
accomplished (okay - yes, this was a men's vacation).  We climbed
one mountain and drove up another on Saturday and, as you might say,
things went downhill after that.

In need of some new goal or objective, I remembered that Joel might be
able to use a new futon.  We batted the idea back and forth and
decided to make a raid on IKEA somewhere between Bar Harbor and
NYC.  We identified a likely location. (In New Haven, CT, the IKEA
is right next to I95.)  We drove pretty much straight through from
Maine to New Haven.  In less than an hour we had found and
purchased the futon and cover, packed it into the HHR and hit the road
again.  I looked like something out of the godfather, sitting the
in the back seat behind the driver, with my reading light on (because
the futon took up the whole right-hand side of the car, back to
front).  Then we had an additional goal: the dropoff point for the
rental car was only open until 10pm.  But, by 9:15 we had
completed our tasks and were sitting down to a well-deserved dinner at
a local establishment.

The vacation was a huge success.  EOWANE 2005 is now in the books.

EOWANE pt. III

Today we spent the middle of the day at Acadia National Park, hiking and driving and enjoying the beauty.  For more of that, see Joel's blog.

My part is documenting the culinary adventures.  For lunch today we stopped at a sandwich shop called Michelle's Brown Bag Cafe.  Joel had a sandwich and a bowl of squash soup.  I had a turkey wrap with feta cheese that was good.  As you can see from the photos, it was pleasant both inside and out.

Tonight's "work" was of a different nature.  It was Saturday night ... and everybody knows what a true Meyer eats on Saturday night (if he can get it):  PIZZA!!!

Joel located a promising pizza shop called Rosalie's.  It had some very high number on someone's scale and we were not disappointed (at least in the sense that, if we couldn't have the real thing - Becky's pizza - it was a pleasant imitation).  Anyway, we had a pleasant meal, walked around town a little, found a book shop, picked up a couple of paperbacks and headed back to our room.