couchsurfing in maine

We hit a minor bump in the road when we tried to couch surf in Maine. We planned to stay with a blueberry farmer. The guy said he had a beautiful farm in a remote part of Maine with acres and acres of blueberries. Previous couch surfers wrote very nice references on his site.

It was a rainy and cold night when we arrived at his "house." It was more like a barn masquerading as a house. We stayed and visited with the guy, his young son, and their neighbor. They were all nice. When it was time for bed, we were given options for sleeping - the kid's bedroom or the living room. The neighbor lady left at this point. We waited for about 1/2 till we thought the guy and his son were sleeping. We left a thank you note, snuck out, and drove away fast. It was about midnight at this point. One the note, we wrote, "We decided to hit the road a little early. ..."The guy was a little strange, but we decided later he didn't have any bad intentions. He just lived in a filthy dirty house.

We drove about 45 minutes until we found a national park information office/rest area. Big parking lot - great for parking the car. Seemed pretty safe. At about 2:30am, some car pulled in and parked right next to us! They were there for about 1/2 hour - according to Bob. At that point, Bob flashed the headlights on our car so the people knew someone was in our car. They turned on their car, and drove up on the curb, and then started to back up. Bob honked our horn, and they backed up, and hit our bumper. Unbelieveable. They finally pulled out and sped away. At this point, Julie was awake, and wanted to call 911. We decided there wouldn't really be anything to report, and we had no idea where we were/what road, etc.

We hit the road again early the next morning. It was still pouring rain. We headed for Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park.

The next spot where we had Internet access, we looked at the blueberry farmer's site on couchsurfing. The other people had apparently camped at his place during picking season and didn't actually stay in his house. The berry pickers are locals and have bonfires and eat lobster at the end of a day's work.