Into Maine

We drove through the mountains of New Hampshire and visited the Washington Resort at Bretton Woods.  What a fantastic place!  Quiet surroundings, Old World grandeur, picturesque, very nice.

On the way back to the campground we stopped at the Twin Mountain Country Store and shared a terrific steak and cheese sub.  The café itself was decorated, on every wall not occupied by sales items, with political posters and cartoons.  I love the American spirit of the shop owners and the way they've involved themselves in the political process.  They had handouts printed for the taking sharing background information on a few topics about which they felt their customers (i.e., fellow citizens) most urgently needed to be informed.  This store, along with the American flags flying from telephone polls in town after small town made me glad that the love for our country is alive and well.  Now if we can just work together to inform ourselves and others about the important issues facing our Nation and demand action, we will assuredly remain proud of our government.

So we were having a relaxing Sunday afternoon -- soaking in the pool, lounging in the sun -- when Charlie realized that our drive to Eastport ME was going to be waaay too long for us to have enough time to enjoy ourselves.  So the decision was made that we would quickly pack up and drive part of the way to our next destination.  Since we were not successful in making a reservation at a KOA, we elected to stay in the Bangor Walmart parking lot overnight.  Wasn't bad!  We had the company of about 10 other campers, the store was open til midnight and opened again at 7 a.m. so we were able to get ice for the coolers (since we couldn't use the frig), and there was a tire store located right across the street.  Hmmm, why did we need a tire store?  Turns out that the second tire was also worn unevenly, so we replaced two tires (with less than 10,000 miles on them!) for about a $100 a piece ... Safety first!

Because we literally awoke at the crack of dawn, we arrived at the Cobscook Bay State Park by 11:00 a.m.  We had this idea that we might try clamming, until we realized that it was already nearly 90 degrees out and that we would be up to our knees in mud.  So we decided that the much better plan was to drive to Eastport (east-most town in the US) and order some clams.  Boy, was that a good idea.  We were directed by a local to the Quoody Bay Lobster café where we ordered fresh steamed clams and split a lobster roll.  Now I have to admit that when we were last in the area, we tried a lobster roll a couple of times and, frankly, didn't get what the big deal was.  To me, it was just lobster salad, not much different than a chicken salad.  My opinion of lobster rolls has been changed forever after the one we had for lunch today.  Nothing but lobster meat on a roll with butter -- what's not to love!  Now I get it.




We strolled along the Main Street of Eastport and enjoyed the cute shops and old architecture.  Charlie trolled the seashore for sea glass, with some success! 












Tonight will be our second night without electricity in the camper.  Our stay in the parking lot turned out fine because it cooled down so nicely; I'm hoping for the same in the woods of the State park.

Missing my family and friends, but loving the time spent with my Charlie.  Tomorrow we will have been married for 36 years!  You're still the one.