As we headed into Maine that evening, lobster was on the mind! Mer pinpointed a local restaurant in Showhegan, Ken's Family Restaurant. Mer had a lobster salad, which dominated the landscape. Truly, the portion of lobster was perhaps greater than the greens. My fish and chips was also satisfying. We then headed towards Shady Campground, where our host was awaiting us. It was the easiest check-in and most-welcoming of all campgrounds (and they had showers!).
Mer and her mom are big Stephen King fans, so I thought it would be cool to play paparazzi and photograph his abode. Mer even told her mom that we would be stopping in Bangor to visit Stephen King's house, to which she replied "Do you know him?" Of course we do, haha, and so he shall be dubbed Uncle Stevey. Allegedly, Uncle Stevey no longer lives there, probably because of people like us. The house did not disappoint:
Following the saddest of tourist expeditions, we then had a decision to make. I had always wanted to visit Baxter State Park, the home of the great Mt. Khatadin or head back to Acadia. Mer would not be participating, so I chose the remote woods of the north. If anything, this visit would allow me to recon Mt. Khatadin and perhaps even see a moose. The remoteness of this park was alluring, and the dirt roads added to it's appeal. I was able to summit Mt. Sentinel via 6 mile loop. The views from atop showed the vastness of the range leading up to Khatadin. Our trip to the park was complete, when we crossed paths with a moose which rivaled in size of our daily commuter (We exchanged knucks). Unfortunately, the elusiveness of our wild encountering was quicker than the draws of the camera.
The weather forecast in Maine called for temperatures in the 30's that evening. The cold weather would simply inhibit any traction Mer would gain on her recovery, so we reserved another hotel that evening. We scored some calzones outside the University of the Maine before checking-in. The next day, we headed towards Portland, but not without completing the trifecta of photo-shooting Paul Bunyan (CA, MN, ME) The drive south offered a different flavor of Maine which I had not seen before; caged goats in one's front yard; three toilets facing a mid-century television (art at its finest), etc. In retrospect, why didn't I take a picture!
Our visit to Maine would not be complete without lobster rolls. We stopped in downtown Portland at High Rollers to get some lobster rolls to go. Holy crap, these were amazing! We feasted on the generous and overflowing portions of this crustacean. We then stopped at Foundation BC, where I grabbed a quick flight. Our visit to Portland was brief, but fulfilling. As we headed south to Rhode Island that evening, I told Mer that tomorrow would be a decisive moment for what comes next. If she is not feeling well, then we would be heading home.
Following the saddest of tourist expeditions, we then had a decision to make. I had always wanted to visit Baxter State Park, the home of the great Mt. Khatadin or head back to Acadia. Mer would not be participating, so I chose the remote woods of the north. If anything, this visit would allow me to recon Mt. Khatadin and perhaps even see a moose. The remoteness of this park was alluring, and the dirt roads added to it's appeal. I was able to summit Mt. Sentinel via 6 mile loop. The views from atop showed the vastness of the range leading up to Khatadin. Our trip to the park was complete, when we crossed paths with a moose which rivaled in size of our daily commuter (We exchanged knucks). Unfortunately, the elusiveness of our wild encountering was quicker than the draws of the camera.
The weather forecast in Maine called for temperatures in the 30's that evening. The cold weather would simply inhibit any traction Mer would gain on her recovery, so we reserved another hotel that evening. We scored some calzones outside the University of the Maine before checking-in. The next day, we headed towards Portland, but not without completing the trifecta of photo-shooting Paul Bunyan (CA, MN, ME) The drive south offered a different flavor of Maine which I had not seen before; caged goats in one's front yard; three toilets facing a mid-century television (art at its finest), etc. In retrospect, why didn't I take a picture!
Our visit to Maine would not be complete without lobster rolls. We stopped in downtown Portland at High Rollers to get some lobster rolls to go. Holy crap, these were amazing! We feasted on the generous and overflowing portions of this crustacean. We then stopped at Foundation BC, where I grabbed a quick flight. Our visit to Portland was brief, but fulfilling. As we headed south to Rhode Island that evening, I told Mer that tomorrow would be a decisive moment for what comes next. If she is not feeling well, then we would be heading home.
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