Day 28:
I met up with a friend who is also traveling. We met in Concord, New Hampshire last night. After we found a church to take the Sacrament this morning, Mr. Bullock and I made the trek out to Bar Harbor, Maine. All I can say is "wow." Maine is a gorgeous state. Of course we had to find a place to indulge in the local lobster, and you know, it won't be an experience I soon forget!
After dinner we found a beach. The chill was just in the air, the rocks, jagged and black, a single cruise ship could be seen while multiple white sailed personal craft casually made their way around in the distance. And that horizon. Oh, that horizon. What a sight it was. The setting sun seemed to linger longer than normal. It took its time to paint the sky with vivid colors. It did it brilliantly!
Wouldn't you know it though, upon making my way off of the beach, I slipped on one of those jagged rocks. My left knee took the brunt of the impact, slightly overextending it as well. It feels a little swollen now and it's donning some of the same aforementioned colors.
However, I am no stranger to knee troubles, so it didn't stop me from enjoying a mini ramp session at dusk at the nearby park. There was a mini ramp just sitting in the middle of a grass field! I didn't have a helmet as the sign required but I made up for it with a doubly positive attitude, as was also a rule for using the ramp!
So, changing gears a little, as you may have noted, I have been slightly combining my travel log with my rants. The lack of computer justifies this amalgam. It's just too inconvenient to separate my blogs right now. I think it is working though, as long as I keep it balanced.
I wanted to just briefly mention how conflicted I was about posting Day 27. I've read over it a dozen times already and each time I see an abundance of new flaws. I have to remind my self continually that these posts can't be perfect. I don't have a lot of time to write these,(a few hours at the most usually at the end of each day) let alone review them. That said, I am writing this post even in the spirit of perseverance and obligation as I am still in the "doubting this whole trip" funk. To be honest, I just want to go home. As alluring as that prospect is though, I would regret not finishing this project. It would be kind of really sad.
But, one day at time. Positive attitudes only? Well, I don't know about only. But maybe a little more often than not. Goodnight.