These people don't have road signs!  I was TRYING to get over the hills, from the city to the villages behind them, but missed my usual turn off so took one of the other roads up.  The hills here are as high as many of our mountains in Maine and are covered by literally hundreds of narrow, twisting roads that are just as likely to turn back on themselves or dead end or become impassable as they are to actually take you where you want to go. GPS doesn't work up there because IF there's coverage, all you see is a mess of lines with NO NAMES and they don't have ROAD SIGNS!  Honestly, I was driving around for 45 minutes, up and down past farms and high stones walls that practically scraped the sides of my car, into private driveways and out again, and do you know where I ended up?  Two blocks from my place.  NOT where I was heading.  That was Saturday.  Sunday GP dragged me off to climb another damned mountain. 

Yup.  There I am.  As beautiful as the mountains are, I would much rather be on a beach.  I hate getting up early in the winter when it's cold and dark.  I REALLY hate wearing all the necessary clothing that one has to because they're soooo comfortable and flattering.  And it simply kills me to go uphill at those altitudes.  Yesterday I wheezed and panted and clutched my chest.  I had to stop to catch my breath and stop to keep my head from spinning.  I had 90 year olds passing me in sneakers and walking sticks for Chrissakes.  And they looked at me in pity!  Between my low blood pressure and shallow breathing I am not meant to go much above sea level.  I'm smiling in this picture because I was heading DOWN.  If I had any money I'd swear GP was trying to do me in.  xxoo me