We zipped through Maine on this leg of our travels. We plan to spend more time on our way back south. We stayed a couple of days near Bangor. It is small, clean, and obviously bustling. Dinner at a local diner that was hosting a cruise-in was a fun little serendipitous moment, and the food was good too.
Another bit of serendipity was finding this yacht moored at the waterfront in Bangor. According to a local who knew the harbormaster of a port downstream, it belongs to a Scottish financier who had moored here so he could fly out to take care of business. According to the website associated with the yacht, it costs $12,000/ day to operate. So much for Scottish thrift.
A neat old New England house. Some of you may recognize it. Let the front gate that looks a bit like a cobweb serve as a clue.
This is Ft. Knox. No, not THE Ft. Knox, but the first Ft. Knox. It was intended to guard
Penobscot River access to inland Maine. Built in the 1840s & 50s, it never fired a shot in anger although it was briefly garrisoned during the Civil and Spanish-American Wars.
This is the cute little town of
Bucksport across the
Penobscot River from Ft. Knox. It is what we think New England should look like.
We were taken by the unique construction of this bridge over the
Penobscot. Foot traffic isn't even allowed on the older bridge to the right.
This is the
Penobscot Bay outside
Lincolnville. We had a great lobster dinner looking at this panorama.
We drove through northeast Maine and into New Brunswick without remarkable photo opportunities. Penny knitted and barely looked up the whole way. She grunted at Ted's occasional positive comment. When we arrived at our first destination in Nova
Scotia, we camped near the small town of Peggy's Cove, pictured below. There are fourth generation families who live here and still make their living from the sea. There were more boats than houses.
According to one version of the local story, a young girl named Peggy came up here to wed her betrothed, but her ship foundered on the rocks. Peggy was rescued, but was afterward known as Peggy-of-the-Cove, and the town became Peggy's Cove.
For obvious reasons, there are a number of lighthouses in this area. This is the one at Peggy's Cove.
Here's another one, less infested with tourists, a few miles away.
Lobstering is a big industry around here. This was just a small stack of lobster pots, both old and new. Local groceries sold live Blue Nose Lobsters for about $9.00 per lb. The ones we ate were amazingly sweet!!
Here is a neat working dock next to a lobster plant.
It was the end of the day and the shadows were long as we passed this little inlet on our way back to our wonderful little-house-on-wheels where we can live for a few days like locals in this small part of the world.
We zipped through Maine on this leg of our travels. We plan to spend more time on our way back south. We stayed a couple of days near Bangor. It is small, clean, and obviously bustling. Dinner at a local diner that was hosting a cruise-in was a fun little serendipitous moment, and the food was good too.
A neat old New England house. Some of you may recognize it. Let the front gate that looks a bit like a cobweb serve as a clue.
This is Ft. Knox. No, not THE Ft. Knox, but the first Ft. Knox. It was intended to guard Penobscot River access to inland Maine. Built in the 1840s & 50s, it never fired a shot in anger although it was briefly garrisoned during the Civil and Spanish-American Wars.
This is the cute little town of Bucksport across the Penobscot River from Ft. Knox. It is what we think New England should look like.
This is the Penobscot Bay outside Lincolnville. We had a great lobster dinner looking at this panorama.
We drove through northeast Maine and into New Brunswick without remarkable photo opportunities. Penny knitted and barely looked up the whole way. She grunted at Ted's occasional positive comment. When we arrived at our first destination in Nova Scotia, we camped near the small town of Peggy's Cove, pictured below. There are fourth generation families who live here and still make their living from the sea. There were more boats than houses.
According to one version of the local story, a young girl named Peggy came up here to wed her betrothed, but her ship foundered on the rocks. Peggy was rescued, but was afterward known as Peggy-of-the-Cove, and the town became Peggy's Cove.
For obvious reasons, there are a number of lighthouses in this area. This is the one at Peggy's Cove.
Here's another one, less infested with tourists, a few miles away.
Lobstering is a big industry around here. This was just a small stack of lobster pots, both old and new. Local groceries sold live Blue Nose Lobsters for about $9.00 per lb. The ones we ate were amazingly sweet!!
Here is a neat working dock next to a lobster plant.
It was the end of the day and the shadows were long as we passed this little inlet on our way back to our wonderful little-house-on-wheels where we can live for a few days like locals in this small part of the world.
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