From the Catskills I moved into Massachusetts just north of Boston in Gloucester. Gloucester used to be one of the largest fishing ports in the US and after living in Kodiak in Alaska, I’ve always been attracted to fishing towns. Gloucester was the setting for the the movie The Perfect Storm and there is a memorial there for all of the fisherman lost at sea.
I sailed through Gloucester, literally, in 2000 when John M and I were studying sailing and completed our Coastal Cruising module. The trip took us from Boston through the Lynn Canal on Cape Anne, where Gloucester is situated and back down to Boston. it was a three day trip and coastal New England towns like Rockport really made an impression on me.
I stayed at Cape Anne Campground which was across the street from a tidal bay…I was position right up front so had a great view.
The highlight of Gloucester was meeting up from one of my best friends whom I’ve known since college (where we were inseparable) came up from Boston to spend the day. Terry and I had breakfast at the trailer and caught up on what’d been going on in our lives before heading into town to tour around. There we popped into a cool record shop reminiscing about our love of music from the ’80’s (we went to see Echo & The Bunnymen together back then after all & Terry DJ’ed on the college station) when we were in college.
Then it was beer time…another college pastime.
Our last stop was a beach near the campground for some tide pooling and sand dollar harassment.
I had three nights in Gloucester and then made my way to Maine…or New Hampshire rather…which was as close to Ogunquit, ME that I could get without breaking the bank.
Ogunquit was a cute coastal town and I made the forty five minute drive in to visit from Pawtuckaway State Park in NH but I had to time my arrival so that I arrived early enough to get a paid parking space. It was so packed with tourists that from about two miles out of town you’d hit a traffic jam and it would take about twenty minutes to get into the town proper. Ah, New England in the summer!
From NH I headed north into ME to Sebago Lake State Park which was situated close to Portland, ME…a city known as a town for foodies. I was happy with the lobster rolls.
While I was here I was able to see Terry again…she was in the area to pick up her daughter from summer camp down the road from me.
But soon it was time to move on to Acadia National Park…a place I’ve visited once with my family in the early ’70’s. Here’s my Mom displaying one of the local residents which we ate for dinner.
Acadia National Park is situated on Mount Desert Island. Most of the island is National Park but there are towns in places like Bar Harbor, Northeast Harbor and Southwest Harbor. I stayed at one of the park campsites near Southwest Harbor…no electricity, water or showers even so I had to drive up the road to a shop which served steamed lobsters, had a small grocery store and hot coin operated showers for the public.
Most of the coast line is pretty rugged though there is a sandy beach…but it was a little too cold for me!
One day I booked an afternoon of sailing on a wooden sailboat…beautiful sunny day with nice wind and a nice bunch of people aboard.
I was also able to get out on my bike and explore some of the 57 miles of carriage roads built by the Rockefeller family for use by hikers, bikers, horse riding and XC skiing in winter.
It wasn’t long though before I had to shoot back to Rochester in late August. While I was there I was able to meet up with Julie and Paul who I was introduced to (online) by my friend Janell. Paul and Julie have been full-timing in their RV for over five years and we’d been in just missing each other over the last few months but finally were able to meet in person when they were staying at a state park on Lake Ontario not far from my parents house.
From late August I parked the trailer at my parents for almost two months (!!) while I did some side trips which I’ll post about later.