Last night was the BEST thunderstorm that I’ve been in in many decades. Lightning constantly doing a light show; thunder shaking old Snee-Oosh. I took comfort knowing that I was in a low-lying campground that my RV had a fiberglass shell. So with my head shoved up against the back window I had a front row seat. And did it rain!!!
With breakfast out of the way I slid into the Jetta and drove out onto the park highways for the first time in two days. In the trunk of the car were two Group 27 batteries. Snee-Oosh had been disemboweled. She was laid open and all that was there an empty box with a handful of wires going to nowhere. I had googled ‘auto parts’ to find a list of stores on the mainland; then called them on my cell phone to find the best deal on batteries. The auto parts store I selected had a salesman my age; we just hung out and talked. Sweet.
The journey back to Mt Desert Island was done in the fog that came in after last night’s electrical storm. (Mt. Desert Island is said either ‘desert’ as a dry place or ‘dessert’ as a treat after supper. Now why is that? The French explorer Champlain looked at the top of the island, which is empty except for rock balds. He thought it looked like a desert thus named the island that. “Dessert” is the French pronunciation for “desert.”
With the new batteries in place and all the wires reconnected it was time for a walk in the fog down to the beach for a little bit of solitude time with the waves and rock shore. Because I live on an inland sea, we don’t get big breakers like they do on the open coastline. It’s so mesmerizing to watch rhythm of the water. Nice way to end a slow day.
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