Finishing up Maine

Jeff Pert

 While visiting Maine, you will be hard pressed to find a souvenir store where a sampling of Jeff Pert's work is NOT sold. Whether on post cards, napkins, shirts, or bags - you will look and smile. 

Jeff Pert was a Maine native and cartoonist who had quite a sense of humor when it came to the regional favorites - lobsters and moose. While we didn't see any moose, we saw plenty of lobsters and can appreciate his depiction of lobsters taking on human characteristics.  

Sadly, Jeff died of a heart attack at age 55. Maine lost a talented and funny resident, but he left behind many cartoons guaranteed to make you smile.

I included a few of his most popular (and my favorites) for you to enjoy. One is here and the rest at the end of this blog entry. It's worth scrolling down if you don't care to read the whole blog.

I'm with Stupid

Many harbors hug the Maine Coast and the one furthermost in our journey was Bar Harbor. I neglected to include our last day in my last post that we spent walking the pavered roads, souvenir shopped and checked out different restaurants for lunch.

Bar Harbor

George looking rather "Nautical."

The view from the bench I sat on while George went "toy" shopping.

The building where the toy was bought.

George couldn't leave Bar Harbor without buying something. He was like a 10-year-old, smiling from ear to ear with his "really good bargain."  We saved so much money!  lol

The "toy." A battery powered bicycle

A late lunch was enjoyed on the front porch of Galwyn's. It hit the spot and gave us a fabulous view of the harbor, as well as no crowd in the restaurant.

This last day in Bar Harbor was spent snapping photos of the gorgeous sights, sounds and smells. While it was  bit "touristy," it was not as commercialized or busy as Kennebunkport.  I would love to return to this harbor and visit the many lighthouses and eat at the restaurants that we deferred to Galwyn's. So many to choose from.

The next day found us driving down the coast to Newport, ME and Magunticook Campground by the Sea. It was a pleasant campground run by new owners who went out of their way to make sure we had all we needed and answered our many questions. The next day we decided to check out area lighthouses and the owner drew a map, indicating the direction to go and some good places to eat.

While there were about six lighthouses spattered within our vicinity, we only got to see one up close and personal. No tours offered at any, but the one we did see had a small museum that we found informative.

A distance from the shore of the campground afforded us nightly views of the Tenants Harbor Light. 

Enlarged and blurry. Tenents Harbor Light

There are currently 80 lighthouses along Maine's coastline, second only to Michigan that has over 100.  Although we had a short list, the first stop was lunch at McLoon's Lobster Shack. We literally ate our way throughout New England.

This is a photo taken off the Internet. When we were there the line was LONG.
This is a popular spot right on the water.

You got a rock with your order number.

George's lunch. I had Lobster Stew. His was great, mine was meh.

George just had to get Maine's famous Whoopee Pie!

The view from our table.

The lighthouse we got closest to was Marshall Point. The day was warm and windy, but a wrong turn after this stop caused us to miss the last lighthouse on our list, Owl Point Light.

Impressive view of Marshall Point Lighthouse at the entrance to Port Clyde Harbor

Lighthouse Keeper's Home

Every local trapper had a different bobber registered.  It was fascinating.

If your lobster traps were not hauled up by a certain time,
the fisherman could be identified and possibly in trouble.

We stopped next at Port Clyde's General Store. It was truly an authentic and well preserved establishment that served it's locals perfectly. I was impressed at the "old time" feelings it evoked in both George and me. 

Jams, jellies, maple syrup and more. Most of the flooring was original.

Layers and layers of paint colors on the entrance door.

A familiar coast line sight are piles and piles of emptied lobster traps.

Ready for the next morning.

Our second and final lighthouse stop failed to afford us a glimpse due to the timing and a lack of restrooms. The Rockland Breakwater Light is located at the end of a one mile walk on a granite jetty. Since entrance to the light was not permitted and our long day was coming to an end, we settled on  just imagining walking the mile out and back. It was agreed that it was enough.  Time to find a restroom!

The unattended jetty was another thing that I noticed could never be permitted in New York. Some stupid fool would fall off and sue. Maine was wonderfully free..."the way life should be."

Believe it or not, a mile walk down that jetty will take you to lighthouse.

The cove protected by the Rockland Light.

Construction began in 1881, it took over 700,000 tons of granite
and two decades to complete.

The end of our day found us sitting at the bar of  Flatbread Pizza in Rockport, ME. It turned out that it was the night of their weekly fund raisers for a local non-profits. 

Our visit coincided with the High School Girls' Field Hockey Team raising money for uniforms. The place was packed with locals supporting the high school and their kids. We were impressed with seeing a bunch of teens, all well-behaved, respectful and grateful for donations. We were hard-pressed to find a cell-phone among the group and got to spend a bit of time talking to some parents and other patrons. 

The pizza and flatbread were delicious and the rustic bar was clean and impressive. I loved the stenciling on the wall and the American flag hung high under the ceiling beams. I thought once more, yes, "the way life should be."

This evening ended our visit to Maine. We saw and did so much, but there were dozens of things we agreed to see next time, so a future trip will be on the horizon.  

I'll end now with an explanation of my quoted text...

"The Way Life Should Be," is Maine's license plate motto.  I didn't get it at first, but after a few days, I thought, "yes....this IS the way life should be."

➤Please feel free to leave a comment. All are appreciated! Now for a sampling of some of my favorite Jeff Pert comics for you to enjoy.

One of my favorites!

Another of Jeff's cartoons. "Suddenly, Chuck
realized his "friends" had an ulterior motive for
getting him in the hot tub."   Too funny!

Deep thought for the day:  Remember that life is short. Strive to be remembered as funny or fondly, like Jeff Pert is to the people of Maine.  "How's the water Bob?"~vc

Just a reminder that all of the campgrounds where we stay are listed under the tab marked "Campgrounds." There you will find my reviews and a bit of pertinent information.

Bah Ha-Bah, ME - my favorite thus far

The beautiful Penobscot Narrows Bridge is a long, cable-style bridge that spans the Penobscot River. It was majestic and powerful, yet beautiful and it led us towards our campground, Mt. Dessert Narrows, which was located right on the coast of Bar Harbor. It was a short three-night stay that we wished could have been a whole week.

The Penobscot River

As the sun set, a golden hue glinted off the trees making them appear as if autumn had begun early.

So much prettier in person; a deep orange-red sunset.

We drove into Bar Harbor for the day and took a 1/2 hour trolley tour around the quaint town. Our driver's name was, Jim Galvine, and interestingly, he was a snow bird like us, but on a much grander scale. Jim owned a home and had spent many years in Bar Harbor, which afforded us his personal and historical knowledge of the area and he also owned  a winter home in Key West, FL. Since we were two of just four on the bus we chatted about Key West since we will be traveling there with friends for a week in March next year. He gave me his business card and told us to call him so we could get together for a glass of beer at his favorite bar in Key West. I'm keeping that card in a safe place so I can take him up on that offer. I am sure our paths will cross again, because he drives a trolley tour bus also while wintering in the Keys. What a pleasant twist of fate, or as Charlie would say, "What are the chances?"

The Trenton Bridge Lobster Shack for dinner! Yes, for your doubters, George ate here.

So quaint and so immaculate. George was definitely "out of his box" eating in another shack.

I ate "Larry," #34. George had a Lobster Roll - it could have been parts of any lobster, even  Gerry, #13.

We headed out to Acadia National Park the next day and I found out that I was old enough to purchase a Lifetime National Park Membership. It was an exciting thing...until I thought about it a bit more.

The park was beautiful and even on a cloudy day the vistas were endless and breathtaking. I snapped so many photos, but after uploading them, I realized once more, that a photo does no justice to the "in-person" experience.

At Acadia National Park - always another tourist happy to snap a photo for you.

Each photo, whether taken facing north, south, east or west, gave you a different view. We were only able to do a little bit of hiking at this State Park. My long, steep hiking days are over, however, what we DID get to do afforded us an experience to remember. Acadia, the northern-most National Park is a pristine piece of America jutting out into the Atlantic Ocean and worth the visit. I would return here in the future to once more enjoy the taste of the famous popovers that are served at the Jordan Pond House Restaurant. I missed out on their "specialty," Popovers and Prosecco" on the patio.

Our trip to Oregon in 2016 and now Bar Harbor in 2019 has earned Lucy the rights to brag that her tail has been far west to view the Pacific and as far northeast into Maine to the Atlantic. She's hit some major milestones (and Veterinarian Hospitals) in her RV career. She is the quintessential RV cat. 

Our last beautiful sunset on a walk after dinner.

I'll finish up Maine in my next blog. It will probably mention "lobster."



Deep thought for the day:  It doesn't matter if we drive east, west, north or south...when the day comes to an end, we three are happy to be in the place we happily call "home." ~ vc