Okay, maybe in my dreams.
Maine was our favorite place, our dream is to have a summer home there…anyone want to donate? Maine was a last minute decision. We basically decided, we are only four hours away…are we ever going to get the chance to go to Maine again?
Sandy told us to drive on over to Camden, Maine and get us some chowdah. So we did.
Here was the first clue that we loved Maine. We were driving in at night, and being from the Most Dangerous City in America we decided to ask a gas station attendant what areas to avoid. It went a little something like this:
Me: Hi, have you ever been to Camden, Maine?
Super Nice Man: Yea, you goin’?
Me: Yes, that’s where we are headed. Are there any places to avoid?
SNM: Blank stare.
Me: Like, where should we stay?
SNM: Are you talkin’ criminal?
Me: Yes, exactly.
SNM: Girl, you just watch out for the moose and deer okay.
Me: Oh so it’s pretty safe then?
SNM: You do realize you are in Maine right?
The second reason I love Maine, their accents. Wicked awesome.
This is for you Super Nice Man, but you have to share it with my mooseaholic mama. Since we drove in at night we couldn’t really take in the sights. Tim wanted to find a hotel room, I was more concerned with getting a lobster in my tummy.
Tim likes to make me happy, so we focused on food.
Found an awesome little bar called Cappy’s.
It was awesome.
The lobster was unreal. And you could even catch your own and they cook it for a dollar. I would highly recommend checking out Cappys, it was such a good time.
I have no clue why our eyes are so closed…I guess we were food drunk.Sorry for the terrible phone pictures, didn’t wanna get all professional up in Cappy’s.
After we stuffed our guts we decided to find a place to stay, this is when I realized Tim is always right.
Because Camden is such a small town, all of the hotels close down at 9.
It was 9:15…bummer.
Luckily we found one place a couple miles out that stayed open until 10.
They had lots of lobster statues, and a hot lobster quiche for breakfast. Winning.
Maine is everything you imagine. It is peaceful and calming. From the gentle tide to the sound of the buoy bells, I truly believe that is where we belong.
We both just sat quietly and imagined walking out to the lighthouse every morning and drinking our peppermint hot chocolate. Maine seems like a place of eternal happiness.
The other thing we loved, and I think this depends where you go….the privacy.
It wasn’t touristy by the beaches at all, we sat by ourselves most of the day. The fog started lifting a little, but not enough to see lighthouses. We just kept exploring.
We drove through a park and there was beauty everywhere. From the birch trees to the graveyard to these two chairs begging us to sit a while. Is this not the most beautiful graveyard ever. I found lots of treasures….including the ducks. After we finished all of our beach viewing….we went into town. It was a great little town speckled with Bed & Breakfasts’ and charming shoppes (with an extra ‘pe’ because they are quaint).
We walked along the harbor and admired all the fisherman, what a life.
Everything is prettier in Maine.
We found our third reason to love Maine while visiting the shoppes…everyone is so N-I-C-E.
Like crazy nice, overly nice.
Break out a map and draw you directions nice. It was refreshing.
Upon the recommendation of a local, we went to Graffam Brother’s Seafood Shack and grabbed some chowdah.
Then we took it to the local hideaway that he drew directions to. And there we found our dream house. Can I please get a million dollar loan.
If I can, I’ll invite you to my backyard that overlooks a lighthouse.
Oh and let me not forget to tell you about the chowdah…not chowder.
I could live on that and that alone everyday for the rest of my life, fo sho.
Do you need more convincing that we love Maine….okay.
They love dogs. Dogs were everywhere, and it was wonderful. There was even a shoppe that had a sweet dog trained to walk you into the store. Seriously, the dog sat on the stoop and when you googled at him he walked you in the store and left you to spend oodles. He returned to his stoop and grabbed the next sucker. We watched him do it at least six times. We have some training to do.
And because no road trip post is complete without driving pictures….here is our view as we drove out of Maine.
And you know how I feel about bridges.
It really was heaven on earth…we can’t wait to go back.
Can you believe our trip is almost over?
We will have one more post on Monday….and it’s a biggin’ y’all.