Maine Lobsters

My formula for a happy life is to do a lot of travel for a little business and experience the most life has to offer. Such as flying to New Hampshire for four days, spending two hours with a customer, and then having the rest of the time to drive the coast of Maine. I made a similar trip two years ago, but this time, I brought a friend to share the lobster dinner.
The weekender’s money from Boston and surrounds has created quite a posh resort area on that coast. There are very expansive ocean beaches in New Hampshire and the approach to Maine. The public has full access from the coastal road if you can find a place or permit to park. Dense condo residences affront the opposite side of the road. A crowded beach was not how we wanted to spend time.
For the first leg of our journey, we stayed at a great bed and breakfast in Kennebunkport. This town was quite exclusive thanks to the distinctive residence of President Bush 41. It seemed like a good idea for a lot of other people and us too. We got an early start to get beyond Portland, where the natural sights began.
Thousands of coves, bays, and islands create awe and amazement around every turn. Wiscasset is a highlight of lobster fishing and an excellent place to watch such action. Lunch on a lobster rollup seemed as appropriate for us as those retrieving lobster traps in the cove. Beyond, we zigzagged through the peninsulas on our way to Camden.
We took a stroll on the mile-long granite breakwater to a lighthouse in Rockland Harbor. It was more amazing when out I found the massive granite blocks were laid from 1860 to 1880, quarried and brought by ship from a local island.
Our plans fell short for getting advance bookings on the weekend in this area. It was funny how Dashboard Debby (my GPS) points of interest gave many hotels within three miles as the seagull flies. Still, when selected, they were thirty miles away because we were on an isolated peninsula. Cell phones had no bars out there as well. The last room at the Camden Harborview Inn gave us a harbor view at an extravagant price. ‘Any port in a storm’ was a stretch on an old Navy phrase that night. Such an expense gets lost in pleasant memories later.
On Saturday, we slowly worked our way back to New Hampshire.