Of all the states I have walked in, Maine is the most stingy with the width of their bridges. It was good that we started out early and crossed the bridge to the island before the traffic was too heavy. The rain became hard and the wind strong as we passed over. When we reached the edge of the island, I got out my rain jacket and gave it to my son. He had not been happy to start so early (the earliest start all summer) but managed a sincere thank you when I handed him the jacket. It's funny how a random act of kindness can change someone's mood. Even a nineteen year-old who rarely smiles.
We pressed on toward the entrance to Acadia!