Our trip home took 42 minutes, 10 longer than the trip out. We descended to 4,700 feet and, once cleared for the visual to 25, switched over to the Lebanon tower frequency. This sounds easy but is harder than it might seem because a hill obscures the airport from the anxious eyes of pilots arriving from the east. We found it though, then landed softly and taxied to the hangar. We had left mid-morning and returned mid-afternoon. We had seen a whole new part of the country, listened to different accents, eaten the wonderful local seafood, and sauntered through an ancient historic downtown. Although it was more like a $600 hamburger that wasn't a hamburger, it was glorious. Rockland is available to almost any pilot in the northeast and it is certainly worth the visit. I may be rethinking the notion of flying out for a nice lunch. Right now, I have the sights of the day in my head. The blue sky on the way over, the nestled fog on the coast, the new-to-me runway at Rockland, the waterside lobster roll, the immaculate museum and the menacing thunderstorms just out of our line of flight on the way home, all made for a day to remember on other days that may not be so full of pleasantness. That is the purpose of a vacation, isn't it?