![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Back onto the retelling of the Maine adventure!
Monday morning. I woke up, looked outside and saw a sea of lobster buoys. The scene was surreal - I guess that with the bad weather before, they hadn't been in full force. If you've seen Steff's photos, the camera caught only a tiny handful of the total number.
The weather was much more pleasant than the damp Sunday - warm but windy - and I called ahead to book tickets on the schooner trip. The drive over to Boothbay Harbour seemed longer this time. It isn't a short trip by land, mostly because you need to go fairly far inland and then drive out again. It's about an hour or so, but the scenery is nice enough, with strange little stores like the Centah of Attention.
Boothbay was more lively during the day. It was packed full of tourists poking around at all of the different stores. Lots of t-shirts for sale. Kinda reminds me of Niagara Falls, to a point. Unlike Niagara, the non-touristy areas of Boothbay (which we also drove around and explored) seem to be financially stable, so it's less scuzzy overall (although the scuzziness is why I like Niagara, but this is beside the point...).
Steff probably does a better job describing the boat, but we got to sail on a decently sized schooner. With the winds being unsually rough, there were large swells and the normal whalewatching boats stayed in the harbour. Our boat, on the other hand, was unaffected. There were four other people on the trip, not including the two-man crew (a husband and wife team), but they stayed in a little seating area while we sat on the desk. Originally, we had cushions to sit on, but as we starting going, it was harder and harder to stay in one spot with the cushion because the top was slick and apparently the natural position for a schooner is with the ship sitting at a 60 degree angle. With the wind, we went beyond that and managed to dip the edge of the deck in the water. That's the point when I was holding on for dear life.
The sights were neat, including the slightly creepy (and for sale!) Fisherman Island, a large private island with hills, grass and NOTHING on it but an old house. There was also a ship in Boothbay Harbour named "Bay Penny", but I don't think anyone here will really get that joke. I'd say that getting used to standing and walking around on the ship was just as interesting. Despite the swells and the wind, I didn't get seasick at all. Go figure.
Alas, it ended too soon and we found ourselves back in Boothbay and hungry. All of the places around there were painfully overpriced, so we drove around and found... more overpriced places to eat. So, it was time to head back over to the Harbourside! This time I ordered a NORMAL sized plate of food.
It was getting late into the day and we wanted to do SOMETHING special that night. It was our last night in Maine, after all. After getting some snacks, we started driving over to the Pemaquid lighthouse... and ended up at the Pemaquid Beach instead!
The beach was AMAZING. It's an honest to goodness white sand beach, with lines of black sand mixed in. The colour of the sand is from granite, so the whole beach sparkles when the sun hits it at the right angle. The water was cold, reminded me a bit of Thunder Bay, but the beach was warm and great to walk on. We walked to end and then relaxed a bit. Steff started digging a deep hole in the sand and me, not to be outdone, started digging one to match, although mine looked like an awful mess. Steff then got the idea that would should dig across to make the holes meet up. We tried it and it didn't work at first, but it turned out I was digging at the wrong angle. I corrected that and... success! The tunnel was stupidly strong too and could stand ME jumping on top of it.
The sun was starting to set, so we raced back to watch it set at our spot. Oddly enough, the sunset wasn't as amazing as the ones I see at home or would later see in Ohio. It was more muted. Our dinner at the spot, more or less, were Wicked Whoopies, the most unfortunately named snack product that's local to Maine. Behold, a website!
http://www.wickedwhoopies.com/
I'm kinda baffled as to how someone can eat those on a regular basis. They're like Joe Louis up here, but with no chocolate topping and about 10 times the filling. The filling isn't a soft cream either, but something akin to the icing you find on cakes at the grocery store. Oh, they're also something like 700 calories each. Steff only managed to eat half. I finished mine but... NEVER AGAIN.
We drove around Rutherford Island, down to Christmas Cove, just enjoying the night for one last time. The most striking mental image I have from this is looking out the car window, out to a clearing, and seeing the full moon out over the ocean, all in shades of black and blue. It was unworldly.
There was also a creepy driveway that appeared to be build up, but you couldn't see the house at the end.
We drove back to the spot, exploring South Bristol's tiny downtown after dark. It was dead, as you can imagine. Kinda surreal too, as many of the past shops have been retrofitted into homes. Unlike the jobs that you see in parts of Hamilton, they're REALLY nice homes. They just look like stores. Steff decided to push her camera to the limit and see if she could take any night shots. I don't know if the results have been posted yet. They looked good on the camera screen, at least.
We went home after than, ending that last night in Maine.
Next Time... Day Five (Tuesday the 16)!
Monday morning. I woke up, looked outside and saw a sea of lobster buoys. The scene was surreal - I guess that with the bad weather before, they hadn't been in full force. If you've seen Steff's photos, the camera caught only a tiny handful of the total number.
The weather was much more pleasant than the damp Sunday - warm but windy - and I called ahead to book tickets on the schooner trip. The drive over to Boothbay Harbour seemed longer this time. It isn't a short trip by land, mostly because you need to go fairly far inland and then drive out again. It's about an hour or so, but the scenery is nice enough, with strange little stores like the Centah of Attention.
Boothbay was more lively during the day. It was packed full of tourists poking around at all of the different stores. Lots of t-shirts for sale. Kinda reminds me of Niagara Falls, to a point. Unlike Niagara, the non-touristy areas of Boothbay (which we also drove around and explored) seem to be financially stable, so it's less scuzzy overall (although the scuzziness is why I like Niagara, but this is beside the point...).
Steff probably does a better job describing the boat, but we got to sail on a decently sized schooner. With the winds being unsually rough, there were large swells and the normal whalewatching boats stayed in the harbour. Our boat, on the other hand, was unaffected. There were four other people on the trip, not including the two-man crew (a husband and wife team), but they stayed in a little seating area while we sat on the desk. Originally, we had cushions to sit on, but as we starting going, it was harder and harder to stay in one spot with the cushion because the top was slick and apparently the natural position for a schooner is with the ship sitting at a 60 degree angle. With the wind, we went beyond that and managed to dip the edge of the deck in the water. That's the point when I was holding on for dear life.
The sights were neat, including the slightly creepy (and for sale!) Fisherman Island, a large private island with hills, grass and NOTHING on it but an old house. There was also a ship in Boothbay Harbour named "Bay Penny", but I don't think anyone here will really get that joke. I'd say that getting used to standing and walking around on the ship was just as interesting. Despite the swells and the wind, I didn't get seasick at all. Go figure.
Alas, it ended too soon and we found ourselves back in Boothbay and hungry. All of the places around there were painfully overpriced, so we drove around and found... more overpriced places to eat. So, it was time to head back over to the Harbourside! This time I ordered a NORMAL sized plate of food.
It was getting late into the day and we wanted to do SOMETHING special that night. It was our last night in Maine, after all. After getting some snacks, we started driving over to the Pemaquid lighthouse... and ended up at the Pemaquid Beach instead!
The beach was AMAZING. It's an honest to goodness white sand beach, with lines of black sand mixed in. The colour of the sand is from granite, so the whole beach sparkles when the sun hits it at the right angle. The water was cold, reminded me a bit of Thunder Bay, but the beach was warm and great to walk on. We walked to end and then relaxed a bit. Steff started digging a deep hole in the sand and me, not to be outdone, started digging one to match, although mine looked like an awful mess. Steff then got the idea that would should dig across to make the holes meet up. We tried it and it didn't work at first, but it turned out I was digging at the wrong angle. I corrected that and... success! The tunnel was stupidly strong too and could stand ME jumping on top of it.
The sun was starting to set, so we raced back to watch it set at our spot. Oddly enough, the sunset wasn't as amazing as the ones I see at home or would later see in Ohio. It was more muted. Our dinner at the spot, more or less, were Wicked Whoopies, the most unfortunately named snack product that's local to Maine. Behold, a website!
http://www.wickedwhoopies.com/
I'm kinda baffled as to how someone can eat those on a regular basis. They're like Joe Louis up here, but with no chocolate topping and about 10 times the filling. The filling isn't a soft cream either, but something akin to the icing you find on cakes at the grocery store. Oh, they're also something like 700 calories each. Steff only managed to eat half. I finished mine but... NEVER AGAIN.
We drove around Rutherford Island, down to Christmas Cove, just enjoying the night for one last time. The most striking mental image I have from this is looking out the car window, out to a clearing, and seeing the full moon out over the ocean, all in shades of black and blue. It was unworldly.
There was also a creepy driveway that appeared to be build up, but you couldn't see the house at the end.
We drove back to the spot, exploring South Bristol's tiny downtown after dark. It was dead, as you can imagine. Kinda surreal too, as many of the past shops have been retrofitted into homes. Unlike the jobs that you see in parts of Hamilton, they're REALLY nice homes. They just look like stores. Steff decided to push her camera to the limit and see if she could take any night shots. I don't know if the results have been posted yet. They looked good on the camera screen, at least.
We went home after than, ending that last night in Maine.
Next Time... Day Five (Tuesday the 16)!
