Mmmmm...lobster...

Trip Start Jul 29, 2010
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Trip End Aug 08, 2010


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Eastport Campground

Flag of United States  , Maine
Saturday, July 31, 2010

Day 3...we broke camp fairly early as everyone was up by 7am...actually everyone was up by about 3am due to Steve's incessant snoring, which drowned out the peaceful babbling brook nearby.   All six of us were camped across 2 sites, which meant we were all within snoring distance.  That said, those of us that drank more by the fire had a better sleep than others.

The weather yesterday was excellent, although over night it got damp and it was a chilly night.  We had to wait until the dew was off the tents before we tore down.  Then, we had to wait for Joe, who had to visit the mens room...again.

The get away was less smooth than we’d preferred as Steve and I made it out onto the road before the traffic arrived at the exit of the camp site and the others didn’t.  What Ian and the gang failed to note was that Steve and I had made an immediate left onto Hwy 2 East, so they instead went west.  It was only after Bubba realized the mistake and chased down the others that they stopped and called me on my cell and turned around to catch us up.  Not long after we stopped at a small restaurant that had a lot of cars parked out front.  I figured that if there was lots of cars and trucks, the food had to be good...and we weren’t wrong.  The small crocks of beans were particularly good, but the coffee was crap.  After filling ourselves we continued on our way.   The roads in Vermont as well as New Hampshire were in great shape and the mountain scenery was excellent.  Across New Hampshire, we were amazed at how many amusement parks and crowd teasers there were.  In the span of 10 miles we passed a Santa’s Village, a Six gun Western town, a waterslide park and several others.  Needless to say, the traffic on a Saturday was a tad busy, but it didn’t hold us up much.  At one point we saw a guy from Australia walking with a huge ball that looked like a globe.  Steve recalled hearing about him being in Toronto a few weeks earlier.  Apparently he's walking across the globe with this ball.  He's a one ball man...probably on his way to a rodeo.  Steve thought he heard him exclaim that someone had pissed him off...that fricken jerk...got on his nerves apparently.

Once we got into Maine we stayed on the state highway until Bangor, where we got onto the interstate to avoid the city.  After that we got back onto the state highway again and hit a long 150 mile stretch of road, which passed through gently rolling landscape made mostly of short pines and muskeg, reminding us a lot of Algonquin Park.  There was absolutely nothing along this road...no gas stations, towns or even houses.  Once we broke though this area we headed south-east towards the coast and Eastport.  The county roads we traveleled on were nice and twisty.  On either side of the road were huge fields of blueberries.  It was the first time I'd seen blueberries harvested on a mass scale with tractors, apparently with some contraption that pulls the berries without damaging the plants, according to Bubba brainiac.

As we reached Eastport, the road wound its way out onto the coast and we could see waterlines of salt water.  We found the campsite fairly easily just before the entrance into town situated on the shore of Fundy's Bay.  We grabbed 2 sites to share amongst us, but Steve beelined it to the entrance of the camp area where there were cabins available.  He'd had enough of camping and no sleep after one night.  The rest of us were relishing the opportunity of a good night sleep without the snoring as well, so we didn't get in his way.

Once we got camp set up, Ian made a quick run into town to pick up some beers for the evening and check out places to eat.  Bubba checked out the restaurant and bar attached to the campsite office and said it looked okay, so we decided eat there, which was a great call.  A few of us had a feed of fresh lobster from the tank, which was prepared by Frank, the proprietor, as his staff were at a wedding for the evening.  Frank did a great job and we left well fed and happy, but not before stopping into the bar for a nightcap.  Ian bought some firewood so we could get the fire pit going.  I did a night run to the road about 200 meters away from camp where there was a pile of wood and borrowed some so we wouldn't run out.  We sat around yakking for a while and then people started to retire. Again we called it an evening fairly early as everyone was pretty beat.
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Koch-Webb 9r on

Glad to see you're all getting your feed of lobster! The blok with the ball....interesting-the poor doggie looks tired. Sleep tight...lets see who else snores at night!?
looking forward to your next entry!
oxoxox

Janice on

Snoring? It can't be any worse than my dad!
Lobster-yum!
Such good shots herb, keep posting-even Genevieve is hooked on the daily blog...

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