Good night, you princes of Maine.

Adventurers to the heart, we drive north through dank clouds and classist restaurants to Maine, where on our first night we find a lovely dinner, beautiful roads, funny signs and later, even with the best of intentions, vaguely sinister quiet and closed pubs, shops, and pizza spots.

We redeem ourselves ( but not at the redemption center) with our love of wandering, with finding good bokeh at a drawbridge, and with warm quiet late at night.