Trip Report : Quebec and New England
It's March 2012 and Silversand (AKA Derek) and Silverdunes (AKA Nikki) are sharing a beer with me in a heatwave in Bromont, Quebec. It's 24 celcius and I'm starting to doubt Derek's descriptions of ic...
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Thursday 10th September : Freeport
Canoe time - Sally and I went up to the office and hired a canoe. We would have done this yesterday afternoon, but you are only allowed to rent a certain time either side of high tide. With the knowledge learnt from Derek over the weekend we were now more confident to take a canoe out on our own. The sea was as flat as a mill pond and we were on it at slack tide, so it wasn't too challenging:
We didn't overdo it - maybe an hour out there. But we had plans for the rest of the day.
On returning to the campsite we went for a quick shower then loaded all 4 of us and the paddles and life jackets into the RV (the wet stuff could conveniently be stored in the bathroom - a luxury we don't have in our little Shadow Cruiser at home).
We dropped the rental gear off at the office, then headed up the coast and then down through Orr's Island and on to Bailey Island.
Plenty of interesting rock formations on the Maine coast:
Back to the top end of Bailey's Island for a late lunch, and to admire their bridge:
My first time eating lobster - I feel posh now (OK, it was only Lobster in a bread roll - no champagne was involved either):
Scanning the desert menu I noticed the perfect combination of the two things I love most (on that part of the menu at least) - cheese cake and Peanut butter cups. It was suggested that this was suitable for two, so I allowed the others around the table to look at it:
Now I remember what it felt like as a child when you consumed far to many candy bars at Christmas.
We staggered out and headed for Freeport, where we dodged the local meth addict begging in the parking lot. She seemed slightly out of place in Freeport, begging amongst the three-axle class As and German executive cars.
Priority 1 for any visit to Freeport:
No, not admiring taxidermy, shopping at the L.L.Bean campus. Sally found a whole section she liked, and I came away $150 worse off as a result:
I drew the line when she started looking at Winchester rifles.
No need for dinner tonight - I seriously needed to let my blood sugar level drop before consuming anything else.
Canoe time - Sally and I went up to the office and hired a canoe. We would have done this yesterday afternoon, but you are only allowed to rent a certain time either side of high tide. With the knowledge learnt from Derek over the weekend we were now more confident to take a canoe out on our own. The sea was as flat as a mill pond and we were on it at slack tide, so it wasn't too challenging:
We didn't overdo it - maybe an hour out there. But we had plans for the rest of the day.
On returning to the campsite we went for a quick shower then loaded all 4 of us and the paddles and life jackets into the RV (the wet stuff could conveniently be stored in the bathroom - a luxury we don't have in our little Shadow Cruiser at home).
We dropped the rental gear off at the office, then headed up the coast and then down through Orr's Island and on to Bailey Island.
Plenty of interesting rock formations on the Maine coast:
Back to the top end of Bailey's Island for a late lunch, and to admire their bridge:
My first time eating lobster - I feel posh now (OK, it was only Lobster in a bread roll - no champagne was involved either):
Scanning the desert menu I noticed the perfect combination of the two things I love most (on that part of the menu at least) - cheese cake and Peanut butter cups. It was suggested that this was suitable for two, so I allowed the others around the table to look at it:
Now I remember what it felt like as a child when you consumed far to many candy bars at Christmas.
We staggered out and headed for Freeport, where we dodged the local meth addict begging in the parking lot. She seemed slightly out of place in Freeport, begging amongst the three-axle class As and German executive cars.
Priority 1 for any visit to Freeport:
No, not admiring taxidermy, shopping at the L.L.Bean campus. Sally found a whole section she liked, and I came away $150 worse off as a result:
I drew the line when she started looking at Winchester rifles.
No need for dinner tonight - I seriously needed to let my blood sugar level drop before consuming anything else.
