Maine 2019 Day 7: Maritime Museum & Bath

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Spent hours at the Maine Maritime Museum in Bath.  It included a little cruise on the Kennebec River for a close-up view of the Bath Iron Works, a working shipyard.  We are crazy about viewing any kind of manufacturing.  Shown above is just a little something they’ve been working on.

I loved hanging around Bath.  They are the home of Halcyon Yarn; it was actually open and I browsed, but was too overwhelmed to buy anything.  Also in Bath and open for business was Now You’re Cooking catering to another of my weaknesses, Kitchen Crap.  (X and I always exclaim “Kitchen Crap!” whenever we are in a new town and spot a kitchen crap store.)  They had a pierogy-making class scheduled that night (fully booked, alas).  Other cute shops, and finally, the lovely Bath Brewing Company where we had a flight.

We went to Boothbay Harbor just to visit another coastal town, and to track down another brew spot, but they turned out to be closed.  Boothbay is not somewhere to which we’d return.  We had a nice dinner in a tavern, but it was the most Tourist Central place we found on the whole trip, much worse than Bar Harbor (except maybe when the cruise ships come in).

1 brewpub and no biking on this day.  Totals:

Miles biked: 44

Brews: 15

Maine 2019 Day 6: Allagash and on to Rockland

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Here we are listening to the audio during the Allagash Brewery tour.  X organized this.  X normally doesn’t plan a thing, so this was a rare event indeed, which I enjoyed!  It was a great tour.  Allagash White is a fine beer.  And the brewery is in a district with 4 or 5 others, so we hit about 5 total for the day – I was starting to think I really could get that t-shirt!

Miles biked, total for trip, stands pat at 44.

Brewpubs total for trip jumps to 14.

 

Maine 2019 Day 4: Open Lighthouse Day

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It doesn’t get much more scenic than that, making Portland Head the most photographed lighthouse in Maine.  Guilty as charged.  September 14 was Open Lighthouse Day, with a large number of lighthouses open to the public.  The day exceeded X’s expectations as we got to enter not zero but three lighthouses.  He had been discouraged by how many required reservations or boats.  But we got to climb up Portland Head, Spring Point Ledge, and Bug Light.

Miles biked: 0.  Total for trip stands at 32.

Brewpubs: 1.  Total for trip now at 5.

 

Maine 2019 Days 2-3: Eastern Trail & Empanadas

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Empanadas, obviously; champinon, frijole, and puerco, specifically.  And obviously – it’s stamped right on them!

Quiero Café, Saco, Maine

BEST food of the whole trip.  You know when something tastes so good you just keep going, “Mmm!”  And “Mmm!”  AND they have a location in Portland, which I didn’t know at the time – we could have eaten SO many more empanadas!

Above is from Day 3.  I actually didn’t take pictures Day 2.

Miles biked: 12 on Day 2, ~20 (I really think more) on Day 3.  Total for trip so far: 32.

Brewpubs – 2 on Day 2: 1 more on Day 3.  Total for trip: 4

 

Book Corner 2019.41

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Kathleen Hale Is a Crazy Stalker by Kathleen Hale

I was intending to read only free samples on my Kindle all night, and not buy a thing – but this sample left me in the middle of the first essay with such a cliffhanger, there was no way I could leave it. So I actually bought this thing and read the whole thing, and ended up grateful it was only six essays.

The first one is about how the author couldn’t stop obsessing over this possibly-fake person who has given her a bad review on Goodreads. Apparently there is a world of book bloggers on Goodreads and elsewhere in the blogosphere who can make or break a book, and get very personal about it; and there is a world of people out there who cannot simply shut down their dang computer before things get wacky (that I knew).

NONE OF IT IS REAL, PEOPLE, I want to say – go step outside and breathe the fresh air!

So the next essay was about the author’s molestation in a shady massage parlor when she was a college freshman; and the jury trial she participated in to keep the man behind bars. This was gripping and sad. But she kept dropping one-sentence paragraphs of foreboding that didn’t end up leading much of anywhere.

Then there was a strange one about hunting and killing a feral hog I didn’t understand or enjoy. Then one about attending a Miss America pageant, which I enjoyed more; then a couple more wacky ones, including one about searching for a mountain lion, to end the mini-book.

I am usually really into the personal woman’s essay, but I don’t relate much to Hale and her weird dangerous wild animal obsessions. ( )