Yes that’s my age, but also the current temperature in Bar Harbor, Maine, where we have settled for many days now. We have a gorgeous view of the bay from our RV, a local “Pie Guy” that delivers fresh blueberry pies for sale, using an old honda and a little bicycle bell to attract his customers. What more could you ask for in life….Lobster and blueberry pie every day. Maine is quissensential and quaint, cold with a constant breeze of Balsam fir that reminds you of Christmas.The hiking in Acadia National Park is some of the most challenging and also rewarding of the fifty plus parks we have dirtied our boots in. If that’s not your fancy, 57 miles of gravel carriage roads for your mountain bike provide similar views. We have been on a Schooner, sea kayaked past harbor seals, eaten too many lobster rolls, been on an historic horse drawn carriage, hiked, biked, and ridden. There are ferries to other islands, lighthouses galore, rock beaches, tides, craggy edges, crisp mornings, sweatshirts and sore muscles. I believe Maine at the end of June might be heaven, I’m just not sure. Our dear friend Amy just left us, and immediately text me when she landed down South in a whopping humid 98 degree afternoon, and threatened to fly right back. I don’t blame her, I am very reluctant to move on myself. We have three more days…..I’m hoping my legs will hold up for a few more granite climbs to summits so I can admire the green islands, the blue water, the heavenly temperature……Maine….itmight just be heaven.