Bar Harbor repeated.

Me and the young couple from the bench stayed up very late drinking a bottle of rum. We all got up around 8, talked a little, and all went back to sleep until afternoon. I got a ride back to Bar Harbor around 5, and at 7:21pm I was in the middle of pouring another brown bagged whiskey into another big coke. I heard a lot more mandolin. Dan remembered my name, but I needed a reminder for his. At late o'clock, I walked down the Harbor Path and found my place in the woods. This was my rest day, and honestly it felt like kind of a mess. A big mess. A lot of sitting, and while I had a good time, I think I feel like the trip is slipping away from me.