Last week, for work amazingly, I had the opportunity to add two new states to my list. New Hampshire and Maine. In the “live free or die” state I only saw the highway and a bit of the coastline. But, I am still counting it. I would like to go back and spend more time in the more wooded area of NH.
In Maine, on the other hand, I spent two lovely days. When we arrived in Portland it was a wet and dreary day. The fishing boats were in because of a fog warning.
We still wandered the streets in search of a good place to dine for the night and we scoped out the spot where the Old Port Festival (our reason for being there) would take place the next day.
On Sunday, the first day of June, the weather was perfect for a street fest and I was covered in sun screen for the eight hour event.
When the Port Festival was over I waved goodbye to the RV Crew (this was my last stop with them…for now). I decided this was my opportunity to see some of Maine.
I asked a local shop owner, if she had a few hours to spend seeing Portland, what she would do. The recommendation was to take a commuter ferry boat out to one of the islands on Casco Bay and walk around and have dinner.
I chose Peaks Island. Mostly, because when I was scoping out restaurants on ChowHound I saw a good recommendation for lobster out there. What the heck. I paid my $7.75 and boarded the boat.
It was amazing. What a difference a day makes. May was cloudy, wet and cold. June was sunny and warm.
Take a look:
Fort Georges
I think that this is one of the two Cape Elizabeth Lights.
Welcome to Peaks Island.
Lobster traps.
That night after I wandered the island, I stopped at the Inn on Peaks and had a lovely lobster dinner all by myself. It was one of the most decadent things I have ever done.
I even made a new friend on the island. One thing I can say is Maine people have funny accents.
That night as I went back on the last boat, it was a perfect sky and I think, just maybe I will have to go back to Peaks Island again someday.
Here is the shot as the boat pulled back in to Portland.
In Maine, on the other hand, I spent two lovely days. When we arrived in Portland it was a wet and dreary day. The fishing boats were in because of a fog warning.
We still wandered the streets in search of a good place to dine for the night and we scoped out the spot where the Old Port Festival (our reason for being there) would take place the next day.
On Sunday, the first day of June, the weather was perfect for a street fest and I was covered in sun screen for the eight hour event.When the Port Festival was over I waved goodbye to the RV Crew (this was my last stop with them…for now). I decided this was my opportunity to see some of Maine.
I asked a local shop owner, if she had a few hours to spend seeing Portland, what she would do. The recommendation was to take a commuter ferry boat out to one of the islands on Casco Bay and walk around and have dinner.I chose Peaks Island. Mostly, because when I was scoping out restaurants on ChowHound I saw a good recommendation for lobster out there. What the heck. I paid my $7.75 and boarded the boat.
It was amazing. What a difference a day makes. May was cloudy, wet and cold. June was sunny and warm.
Take a look:
Fort Georges
I think that this is one of the two Cape Elizabeth Lights.
Welcome to Peaks Island.
Lobster traps.
That night after I wandered the island, I stopped at the Inn on Peaks and had a lovely lobster dinner all by myself. It was one of the most decadent things I have ever done.I even made a new friend on the island. One thing I can say is Maine people have funny accents.
That night as I went back on the last boat, it was a perfect sky and I think, just maybe I will have to go back to Peaks Island again someday.
Here is the shot as the boat pulled back in to Portland.
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