I had forgotten how good Maine smells!
As we unloaded from our rental vehicle at the cottage in Pemaquid, Maine, on the Thursday night we arrived, my senses were overcome with the smell of balsam, salt water and flowers. It was a cool 53 degrees, and we made quick work of unpacking our bags and settling on the porch for conversation and cocktails.
The trip to Maine was long overdue. I had forgotten how beautiful the light is shining through the trees and down upon the ocean. I didn't remember how small the roads are, and how slow traffic can move. And, I had forgotten how friendly the locals are to visitors.
I had incredible traveling companions. Sean and Terri Reardon, and Kevin Shoemaker, all from Mason. And, we were joined by Annie Chappell (Terri's mom) from Canada. The five of us made a wonderful group and we were able to travel over 1100 miles without any major disagreements or disputes.
It took us a while to realize that, even on weekends, most restaurants in Mid-Coast Maine close by 8:00 p.m. Since the sun came up around 4:30 a.m., it's understandable that activities would start winding down a bit earlier than on our Texas schedules. Morning temperatures hovered between 48 and 50 degrees, which made for perfect coffee time out on the porch each day where we could plan our travels for the rest of the hours before we wound down once again.
In Maine, we covered most of the Pemaquid peninsula, from the Point at the southern tip up to Damariscotta and Newcastle at the northern reach. Damariscotta proved especially popular for shopping and lunches. Terri and Annie discovered the surprises of Reny's while the guys sampled the scallops and specialty beers over at Schooner Landing.
We found out that the town of Kittery closes bridges at random, creating confusing traffic that no GPS can decipher. We discovered that the exits in New Hampshire for the state-owned liquor stores go ONLY to those establishments and no where else, so if you want junk food or sodas, keep driving. Sadly, we also learned that accidents on narrow Route 1 can cause traffic to be rerouted on side roads that go miles out of the way.
We made a day trip up to Camden, Maine, where the group discovered the beauty of this town where the "mountains meet the sea." We found the statue honoring local poetess, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and Peanut and Annie made themselves part of her sculpture setting. We wandered back down the coast via Rockport and Rockland before ending up at New Harbor for a supper at Shaw's Lobster House.
Finally, on Monday, we returned to Boston. We stayed next door to the Lexington Green, the spot that was the beginning of the Revolutionary War. A subway trip into downtown Boston allowed us to venture up to Harvard Square, and then on into Boston proper for a stop at the Granary Burying Ground, final resting place for several signers of the Declaration of Independence and victims of the Boston Massacre.
We followed the Freedom Trail down to the Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall where we watched street musicians, jugglers and acrobats entertaining the crowds. Finally, dinner with our hosts, Bruce and Susan Wheltle up in Arlington, and the trip was almost done, except for the return trip to the airport and the return home.
It was great, and I can't wait to go back again. But, it's always the return home that makes a vacation so special. Once we pulled into Mason and I saw the lights of my own home in Katemcy, I knew it was truly complete. Thanks to my friends who were with me, thanks to my friends, Bruce & Susan, thanks to Harriet Fraser who entertained us in Maine. And thanks to everyone else for putting up with us!
It’s all just my opinion.