
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









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. (
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