My husband and I rarely vacation. He's the kind of guy who is hard to pull away from his work. Last summer, I announced that we would be going to Maine the next year. He had plenty of time to wrap his brain around it. LOL!
Before I get into my trip report, let me tell you about that charity auction- Sadly, I haven't gotten any pictures to share, but you can see some on the Bikers for Christ facebook page. I am proud and happy to say that my auction pendant did very well with lots of bidding action. The grand total was well over 200.00. I want to say 250 or 275, but honestly I don't remember. I'm really pleased about that. It's going to such a great cause!
Ok, let's jump right into my trip report. Our destination was Harpswell, Maine- or, more specifically, areas located within the town of Harpswell, mainly Cundys Harbor and Bailey Island (formerly Bailey's Island). Harpswell is located right outside of Brunswick and north of Portland.
Harpswell is a very old Colonial town. After the major Indian Wars, it was resettled in 1725 and incorporated in 1758. It has always been a fishing and lobstering town. Descendants of most of the founding families can still be found there, working on the water. Which brings me to why I was visiting there.
My reason for visiting wasn't the outstanding scenery, which there is in abundance. It was to visit a cousin and to place a memorial for my parents. Bailey Island is my ancestral home. My mother grew up there surrounded by family. She left the island to marry and never returned to live there, although her heart remained. To honor my parents, who both wished to have their ashes scattered, I am having a beautiful marble bench placed for them in the ancient family cemetery where they will be surrounded by the ancestors. The earliest ancestor interred there (with a marker) was born 1715. It is a beautiful and well maintained cemetery.
The drive was 12+ hours from here in Virgina. We decided to take our time getting there. We also decided to take the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel to leisurely go up the coast rather than the usual run to Richmond and up. The tunnel is “One of the Seven Engineering Wonders of the Modern World” since 1964. We left at the crack of dawn for the halfway point of Morristown, NJ.
View of the sunrise from The "Chessie"
We made really good time getting to the hotel. The staff was kind enough to let us check in early. It turned out to be just as nice as tripadvisor said it would be. It had a quaint, colonial look and was every bit as nice inside. Even though the hotel was right off the interstate, it was nice and quiet.
We left at the crack of dawn again, missing the free breakfast which was highly recommended.
Not much traffic at this hour!
Never saw a tanker of coffee before. Made me want some!
We hit a parking lot on I-295, so we got off and took 1 up the coast for awhile. That added a lot of time to our trip, but the back road took us through some beautiful old towns like Portsmouth, NH.
Arriving at our destination, tired and glad to be there, we met my cousin outside, picking vine ripe mullberries for fresh cookies.
The next morning, we headed out to the island. We had to cross the world famous Cribstone Bridge to get there. It's the only one like it in the world. The locally quarried granite blocks are laid up in a way to create a lattice for the tides to go through.
The Cribstone Bridge Bailey Island, Maine.
We also passed the Thomas Point Campground (before the bridge and closer to Brunswick). I've camped here before. It's a really nice campground!
Thomas Point Campground
Bailey Island is famous for Mackerel Cove- one of the most scenics coves in Maine.
Sorry about the picture reflections- we were literally driving by. See that pasture in the foreground? That is land put into trust by the locals. It is preserved for the future enjoyment of the public. No condos will ever obscure the view. The locals aren't thrilled with the "highlanders" and their summer home developements.
We continued along the narrow road through to Land's End. Land's End is a gift shop, which is a destination in itself. It is situated at the - you guessed it - land's end. When I was a kid, it was much a smaller place. Now, it is a huge and busy shop. In their retirement, my great grandparents used to make miniature lobster traps and wooden boats for sale. I think most of the local kids have spent a summer working there. It's a real landmark of a place. While we were there, we checked out some of the sights.
The rocks shore
Heavily perfumed wild roses
Wild Maine Lupine
Jaquish Island off the coast of Bailey Island. My dream home.
The memorial to Maine watermen. This was done for the 1939 World's Fair. The model is a distant relative.
All throughout the area were seafood restaurants and fresh seafood stops.
Buying fresh crabs
Heading back, we passed Mackerel Cove again.
We headed out towards Brunswick for Cundys Harbor where my cousin lives. It's just as beautiful as Bailey Island without all the tourists.
Cundys Harbor, Maine
I was sorry when I got back and realized how few pictures I took. I was on a mission, though. And, I had a very pleasant time with my cousin. She was a wonderful hostess, gifted with lots of good stories. She had a wooden puzzle box which her late husband had brought back from Japan during the Vietnam War. The directions for it were locked in the box. She has been trying, for almost 50 years, to get it open. While we were there we were witness to the monumental occasion of her finally getting it open! It was great fun to share in her excitement!
Because this report would not be proper without it, I conclude with this picture from a previous trip: