Maine

Once I decided that I was moving back to MD, there were three things I wanted to do before I left Boston.
1.) Go to Salem which I did, and it was LAME!
2.) Go to another game at Fenway since the first game I went to (against the Orioles) was five years ago. It was cold and rainy, and not a good experience. I am going to try to get scalped tickets this Friday (again, against the Orioles), where the weather is expected to be much better, and hence I will appreciate the park more.
3.) Go to Maine, which I did on Sunday. Heather and I were going to try to go camping around Camden, but the stupid Maine Lobster Festival was in town, and hence every hotel and campground anywhere close to Camden or Rockland was full. Many hotels and campgrounds laughed at me for even asking if they had any vacancies. So, instead of Camden, me, Heather, Allie, and Sam took a day trip. The weather was perfect, and Maine quickly became one of my favorite states that I've been to.

We left Boston at around 8:15 on a Sunday. After a quick stop for some coffee, we were on our way.

First stop: Kittery, right on the border of New Hampshire and Maine. Kittery is a town of outlets. We got there at 9:50, the stores opened at 10, and there were already many people waiting to get in. After going to a few stores, we left Kittery at 10:30. The parking lot was already packed. People are pretty serious about their outlets.

Next stop: Portland.
After grabbing some pizza, we did lots and lots of walking.


Apparently, they did not serve nice people here before 1954. In 1953, they were all jerks.








A motto I live my life by:


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's house.

We got there at 3:30 after having walked for a couple hours around Portland. To actually go inside the house, it would have cost $8. The house tour closed at 5, and we wanted to go to the Shipyard Brewery tour, which also closed at 5, and was free. Beer ultimately won out over educating outselves.

The Shipyard Brewery


After the tour of the brewery, we sampled the beer, and it was good.



Before leaving Portland, I could not resist taking a picture of this laundromat on the walk towards the car.


Next stop:


Kennebunk/port is a cute little town where George BushI has a house. I really liked the town, but it being at the height of tourist season, kind of took away from its charm.




After having a delicious dinner of scallops and desserts, it was unfortunately time to leave Maine. Maybe on my next visit I will be able to see Camden and vicinity when the stupid lobster festival is not in town.