Mainely Maine

Boothbay and Boothbay Harbor

Once again, we have a rainy dreary day just in time for a little sightseeing… hurray! And I forgot my camera so you’ll just have to live with a written description of Boothbay…

Click… half of you just closed the blog… don’t think I didn’t hear that. Well for the rest of you suckers, I mean, faithful friends that stayed, here it is…

Boothbay Harbor is a very chic little harbor town. Touristy? Yes. Overdone? No. Although, we did not have the throngs of tourist on a rainy Thurs. afternoon… nor the street hawkers since it’s a wee bit early in the season… so I suppose I should reserve my opinion. (Yeah right, lol)

Regardless... it was my first taste of New England charm. Graying shaker-shingle clad buildings with buoys caught in nets draped on white picket fences. The streets were narrow and gnarled, clearly created prior to automobils. The bobbing boats pop out from between the buildings revealing the harbor as its backdrop. And establishments like “McSeagulls” and “The Anchor” pretty much give it away along with the salty air.

I’m told that Boothbay Harbor is the “little” Bar Harbor. Regardless of crowds or lack of… we managed to find a bookstore and a locals’ recommendation for lunch. My first taste of New England clam chowder was absolutely yummers!

Sometime during our lunch in our cozy dock sided café, the thermometer dropped its shorts 20 degrees and mooned us. Which is always best (mooning that is) when you least expect it but in this case… not so much. We high tailed it home and turned up the heat.

Pemaquid Lighthouse

As lighthouses go… it was one. I’m not as fascinated as some people with these beacons of light. It probably didn’t help that the fog rolled in just as we got there mid-day and visibility was minimal and the light house itself was closed. Although, I did get a few cool pictures.

Built in 1827 and on a clear night reaches out 14 miles to greet vessels with her arms of light.

The lightkeepers house is now a funky little Fisherman's Museum with hundreds of relics and odd facts related to the sea and those that bring on dinner from it.

I found it interesting how little the lobster trap has evolved other than the materials used to build it... and of cousre the 28 pound loster... who could resist.

I have a feeling that this is quintesential Maine and I am quite tickled with our decision to summer here.

Fort William Henry … was also not open yet… as the tourist season has barely peaked its head out from under the covers.

But overall it was a nice country drive… and in the end we found some pretty good Margarita’s in the capitaol city of Augusta.

Fear not! We have not forgotten the quest for the best margarita, and are determined to leave no stone unturned… this however is not it. The fresh squeezed lime was a nice touch but not enough to top the” Knock u Naked” in Natchez nor the “Rita’s Rita” in San Anton.

Peace, Love, and Salt on the Rock,

Additional photos....

Brando & Stella

Cool Stained Glass of Pemaquid Lightsouse

Obligatory Flower Picture :)