incidentally.

We had to check our maps and route on our way westwards, and ended up stopping alongside a small farm with a few cows, somewhere half an hour inland from Brunswick, Maine.

The cows may have seen the big RV, or us humans, as a potential threat, and, as all wise cows, the leading cow gathered the calves and lead the small herd back to the safety around the farmyard.
Smart cow, but then again: cows usually are…

driving on.

Passing some towns on our way westwards in Maine. I didn't pay much attention to names and places since I was driving.

Georg

June 25th.

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On vacation in the Northeastern United States, early in the summer of 2007.

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