It's sort of an understatement to say that Maine is picturesque. We have been through so many lovely towns and villages with old homes quirky to elegant and wonderfully ornate businesses on charming main streets, I have not taken the picture yet that captures all that. Partly because we've done so much driving we are loathe to make extra stops (9 hours today) and partly because the sources of the charm are so unique and diverse I doubt one picture could capture it. We have taken pictures of things that stood out as interesting or remarkable and I share some of them below.
Ben follows a number of folks on You Tube including a fellow from near the Owl's Head Transportation Museum which was almost on our way. This was our first stop of the day. The lobby held this stuffed moose and I offer 6' Ben as a size comparison. Among the many cars and airplanes (including a replica of our own Wright Brother's plane) was this gypsy wagon. I actually remember caravans of these wagons in suburban Indianapolis growing up. When we misbehaved, my mother often threatened to sell us to the Gypsies. Having seen their wagons in town, we took her seriously.
The museum also contained this wonderful fire engine (Matthew, this is for you). Ben said that the rear portion of the wagon would previously been pulled by horses but when gasoline engines became reliable, fire companies only had to purchase the front part of the vehicle--it was a motor designed to pull the previously horse drawn equipment.
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| Penobscot Narrows Bridge |
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| Deer Island Bridge |
Another place that both Ben and I wanted to see that was sort of on the way was the Haystack School of Craft on Deer Island. We crossed two magnificent suspension bridges to get there. Deer Island is incredibly isolated and it was a challenge to navigate badly paved roads and poorly marked turns. Obviously some folks do with regularity as the road in was full of artist studios offering their work for sale and the parking lot at Haystack was full with cars from all over the country. It was in a wonderfully serene setting and I'm glad we went but it makes a lot more sense for me to take instruction in Gatlinburg at Arrowmont. That said, it was on our list and we felt a real sense of accomplishment finally getting to see it.
The rest of the trip was on US 1 through small towns and rural areas. Some were bustling resorts, others appeared to be struggling communities. Our final destination was Schoodic Campground in Acadia National Park. Like the charm of the villages, I cannot adequately describe to you nor capture on film the incredible beauty of this rocky, heavily wooded peninsula. When we checked in at the ranger station, we were both so tired we could hardly talk. We needed some supplies and asked directions to the best place to get them. The ranger pressed us to take the long way into town around the edge of Schoodic Point through the park and enjoy its beauty in the late afternoon light. We grudgingly agreed and did not regret it. Below are some of the pictures we captured today in the little towns we visited ending in our trip around Schoodic Point. As always, you can click on any photo to enlarge it.
It's sort of an understatement to say that Maine is picturesque. We have been through so many lovely towns and villages with old homes quirky to elegant and wonderfully ornate businesses on charming main streets, I have not taken the picture yet that captures all that. Partly because we've done so much driving we are loathe to make extra stops (9 hours today) and partly because the sources of the charm are so unique and diverse I doubt one picture could capture it. We have taken pictures of things that stood out as interesting or remarkable and I share some of them below.
Ben follows a number of folks on You Tube including a fellow from near the Owl's Head Transportation Museum which was almost on our way. This was our first stop of the day. The lobby held this stuffed moose and I offer 6' Ben as a size comparison. Among the many cars and airplanes (including a replica of our own Wright Brother's plane) was this gypsy wagon. I actually remember caravans of these wagons in suburban Indianapolis growing up. When we misbehaved, my mother often threatened to sell us to the Gypsies. Having seen their wagons in town, we took her seriously.
The museum also contained this wonderful fire engine (Matthew, this is for you). Ben said that the rear portion of the wagon would previously been pulled by horses but when gasoline engines became reliable, fire companies only had to purchase the front part of the vehicle--it was a motor designed to pull the previously horse drawn equipment.
Another place that both Ben and I wanted to see that was sort of on the way was the Haystack School of Craft on Deer Island. We crossed two magnificent suspension bridges to get there. Deer Island is incredibly isolated and it was a challenge to navigate badly paved roads and poorly marked turns. Obviously some folks do with regularity as the road in was full of artist studios offering their work for sale and the parking lot at Haystack was full with cars from all over the country. It was in a wonderfully serene setting and I'm glad we went but it makes a lot more sense for me to take instruction in Gatlinburg at Arrowmont. That said, it was on our list and we felt a real sense of accomplishment finally getting to see it.
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