Friday, August 14, 2009

The rain in Maine is something we disdain

Actually, rain never impacted our 11-plus days in Maine (and other New England states). There was an overnight T-storm, but that was it. Our sunny and dry (and occasionally foggy) weather was the exception, not the rule, this summer -- so the locals told us -- and we made the most of it.

Here are a few pictures from our trip. When time and energy permit, I might do a little slideshow, but these will have to do for now.

Our home away from home for our
first week, at Prospect Harbor, Maine.


The fog rolls in at Prospect Harbor, about a half-mile
from our cottage.
Lobster boats and pleasure craft share the harbor.

Our favorite site was Schoodic Point, on the "quiet" section of Acadia National Park. It was just 10-15 minutes from our cottage. Just as beautiful as the main section of Acadia, at Bar Harbor, one peninsula down, but much less crowded. We spent several hours here, in our 3-4 visits, just taking in the scene.
One visit to Schoodic Point included
a picnic lunch, under the watchful eye of a "local."


At Schoodic, we came across international
sculptors working granite during a summer-long symposium.
Ear plugs were provided.


As we started making our way to points south, we happened upon Fort Knox in Prospect, Maine (not to be confused with Prospect Harbor), which happened to be hosting its annual "Pirates Day." This gentleman didn't appear to be from Somalia, but we didn't ask questions.

The old and new bridges at Prospect, Maine. The new structure,
Penobscot Narrow Bridge and Observatory, allows visitors to take in the scenery from 400-plus feet up -- a little unnerving for some. But we made it.


Our visit occurred during Maine's Fiber Arts Tour. Madame X claims the timing was just coincidental. In any case, we found some interesting sites, including this alpaca farm, where the family spun, dyed and sold alpaca yarn.
Is this Lexington or Concord? (The latter.)



1 comment:

erik hogstrom said...

Great photos.
The photo of the fog rolling in reminds me of northern California.