Coastal Maine

The sights of Portland, Maine. Definetly a coastal town. I love the narrow streets, the granite curbs, brick sidealks and the smell of salty air. Better yet, the highs are in the upper 50's. That's a lot better than the upper 90's in Austin last week. I spent the night in Downtown Portland, ate some Indian food and then watched tv to recover from the long flight.

Got up this morning and headed up the coast on Highway 1. It was a beautiful day - lots of sun and lots of cool small towns. Best thing about them - everyone flies an American flag. This is the town of Bucksport, Maine.

No explaination required . . . just had to take a picture of it.

Fort Knox on the Penobscot River. It was built in the mid-1800's and is now a State Historic Site. It's really cool because the State allows you to walk pretty much anywhere you want. Most of the old rooms and tunnels are open and self-guided. When they say you need a flashlight, they aren't kidding. Walking down a dark underground tunnel by the light of your cell phone isn't very smart. It's an easy way to fall down a drop-off and shred your arm on the granite. (Hey, don't judge me. I went back and bought a flashlight at the gift shop.)


Old carriage road bridge over the road between Otter Creek and Bar Harbor.


The coast in Acadia National Park. I came to Maine to do things . . . hear the waves crash on the rocky coast line and eat a fresh Maine lobster. This evening, I did both. Everything after this is a bonus.

Pretty sure this guy is related to my supper. I had a giant lobster that barely fit on its own plate.

Tomorrow is another day . . . then only five more after that. I have really enjoyed travelling around the U.S. and the world over the last five years. The last couple of trips, I've just wanted to get back home. Maybe it's time to take a break from seeing new places. Miss everyone back home. See y'all next week.