I WAS IN MAINE

I had a whole entry going about the deliciousness of fried clams, but I never got a chance to finish it and post it and it seems a little outdated now. Let's just say if your only experience with fried clams is the Long John Silver's experience, you need to get your butt to Maine. LJS is really serving you fried rubber bands. Then I started a new post about driving to the middle of Maine in search of moose and how we ended up at a divey motor lodge (Moosehead Motor Lodge, to be exact) outside of a teeny town called Dexton. It was snowing and we never saw a moose. That post didn't really get finished either because I fell asleep. The next day we drove to Augusta and then on into Portland to eat one more lobster before boarding flights to home. 

As per usual, Talaura and I managed to pack in a whole lot of sight seeing in a very short amount of time. We saw all of Acadia National Park including a sunrise on Cadillac Mountain (the first place the sun hits the US in the mornings). We saw a little bit of Roosevelt Campobello International Park. They are still closed for the season. We did manage to catch one of the rangers to ask a few questions and he kindly let us in to stamp our National Parks passports though. We saw lighthouses. There was one in Canada that you can only get to when the tide is very low. It's sister lighthouse on the American side is the Pete's Dragon lighthouse, safely guiding ships into the Passamaquoddy Bay. It was also closed for the season, but we still managed to walk around and take pictures. 

It was the farthest East I had ever been and the farthest North I had ever been. I had never been to Canada before either. Truly, we couldn't have gone any more east and still be in the continental US. The Pete's dragon lighthouse, Quoddy Head Lighthouse, is the Eastern most point in the US. Talaura and I are on a roll. Two years ago, we stood in the geographic center of the continental US. I think we need to go to Alaska next for several reasons: to stand in the farthest North spot in the US and the most Western spot in the US (I think), but also to see a dang moose (I don't believe they exist). In fact, our wildlife list for this trip seems a little short. We saw a dozen or so deer and some Eider ducks who nearly killed Talaura because we climbed out onto rocks we probably shouldn't have climbed out on to see them. We saw squirrels and chipmunks and grouse and sand pipers and gulls. We also saw plenty of roadkill porcupines and figured that the porcupine is Maine's armadillo. Again, I repeat, we did not see a moose. Because they're not real.

Here are some pictures in no particular order! Enjoy.