This post covers Memorial Day itself and our visit with our friend from back at the University of Miami days Pat Balzarini…our subsequent transit to Arundel ME just north of Kennebunkport and Fun Stuff© in Kennebunkport.
There’s some strange towns up here in Maine…there are a lot of very close together towns…one inland slightly and the other on the coast itself…with similar names. Kennebunk and Kennebunkport, Boothbay and Boothbay Harbor…it’s almost like they built a small town originally down on the coast for the fishing vessels and the main part of town inland and protected a bit…then the port town…they all have port or harbor in the name…grew up as recreation became a bigger thing. The fishing vessels are still there…but in amongst them at the port there are scads of yachts, eateries, pubs, antique stores, and gift shops.
On Monday…Memorial Day…Pat showed up about 1300 with a package of Italian sausage…and Neil had brined some chicken thighs and breasts with a plan of grilling all of that. Connie made a salad and we had a bag of chips and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies for dessert.
A good time was had by all…we chatted for several hours before Neil grilled and then another hour or so afterwards…Pat left early enough to get home by dark as she’s not very familiar with the south Boston area even though she grew up in Dedham just outside the city.
Neil took the tripod out of Little Red and grabbed an usie for us…
After Pat left we got ready for our transit day on Tuesday.
We were up early and on the road right about 1000 for the 146 mile transit…the only real way to go is on the toll road and…as we expected…they raped us. We paid a total of 16 bucks for the 14 miles through NH on I-95 and another 10 for the portion of the ME Turnpike that we were on until we exited at US-1 just north of Arundel.
We quickly got to the Red Apple Campground and settled into site B-41…then almost immediately headed out to the local Doc-in-a-box to get Connie taken care of. She was coming down with a bladder infection and was feeling pretty poorly…normally she would have waited a bit longer to see if forcing a lot of fluids would clear it up but with our impending crossing of the border into Canuckistan next week she decided to go ahead and get it done. Her sample showed no white cells but some red cells…normally there are both but the Doc went ahead and gave her an antibiotic for the likely infection as well as some Pyridium for symptomatic relief. On the way home from the Urgent Care place we stopped by the Lobster Shack right on the water on Point Elizabeth for our first scheduled lobstah roll dinner. It was pretty decent tasting when we finally got home to eat it…it was too cool and windy for us to sit on the picnic tables outside the Shack and eat.
I’ll do another post later with all the gory details on our Lobstah Roll Tour…we’re keeping notes and will describe and rate them all at once later on.
Wednesday we mostly stayed at home…Connie was feeling poorly. We did head over to the pharmacy to pick up her antibiotic from the evening before and a refill on her heartburn medication…she got the doctor down in Fort Myers to give her a 90 day supply so she’s now got enough to make it through our Canuckistan travels as it’s hard to get a refill up there for a US prescription.
Thursday we headed off for another Lobstah Roll in downtown Kennebunkport and a walk along the Cliff Walk from downtown out to the compound where President George H. W. Bush lives during the summers.
The Crab Shack…where we had our Lobstah Roll lunch.
A tall ship that goes out on day cruises, moored right to the left of the Crab Shack in the shot above.
There’s a Best of Everything in Kennebunkport…one of Connie’s favorite places to shop down in Bonita Springs during the winters…here she is doing her best Vanna White impression.
The quintessential Maine photo…a double ender small boat.
One of the aforementioned yachts…he’s coming almost due north headed for the Kennebunkport breakwater which is just out of frame to the right. Obviously an older, wooden hulled sailboat although he did have a self furling jib as nobody went forward to lower it and a gaff rigged mainsail.
They furled the jib and turned into the wind to lower the main…then did a U-turn and headed into port through the breakwater.
St. Anne’s Episcopal Church…supposed to be really pretty inside but it was unfortunately closed so we couldn’t go see…only a bunch of workmen and their trucks in the parking lot.
Waves crashing on a rock about 100 yards offshore right past the church.
If it was a Roman Catholic Church this would be the rectory…but the Episcopalians call it a manse instead. Nice house…and obviously since it’s lived in year round by the minister and his family it’s well insulated…and probably would cost 10 million with that view.
A sumner home we passed…pretty nice I think.
President Bush’s home…taken from about 1/4 mile across from the point. We could have walked all the way to his entrance gate…but Neil’s ankle was getting a little sore…he twisted it last week when we were taking the laundry out to Little Red while in Mansfield…it’s feeling better but still not completely over being injured.
Looking southward and seaward from the Kennebunkport jetty…our walk was along the shore to the left out of frame. The green entrance buoy is about in the center of the jetty opening…that’s the port (left) side buoy when returning to port so there must be some rocks out past the right hand jetty that prevent an easy entrance. The yacht above did his turn about 300 yards past the jetties and just out of frame to the left…he came in on engines alone as a gaff rigged sailboat doesn’t have much helm control going straight downwind which he needed to do to get into the jetty opening and it’s only about 50 yards wide.
Looking the other direction from the base of the jetties into the harbor.
After our walk we hopped back into Little Red and set off for our final destination of the day…the Corner Irish Pub. Unfortunately it was only about 1330 and they didn’t open until 1500…so our second choice was the Federal Jack’s Brewpub where we had a brew before heading home. Neil had Bluefin Stout and Connie had Old Thumper which was an Extra Special Strong Bitter. Both were pretty good.
Interesting things found on the net this week.
First up…a few more Memorial Day finds.
It is the VETERAN, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the VETERAN, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the VETERAN, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the VETERAN, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is the VETERAN, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the VETERAN, not the politician, Who has given us the right to vote.
It is the VETERAN who salutes the Flag,
It is the VETERAN who serves under the Flag,
Neil is proud to have served…and even prouder of his fellow countrymen and countrywomen who served.
Sorry…no funnies today…decided they really don’t fit with the Memorial Day thoughts.