|"Downeast" is shaded in red.|
When we were able to string five days in a row off from work, we decided to head “downeast” to explore some of the little towns that are perched in the easternmost section of Maine. We pulled up the jacks, tucked in the slides, and fired up the engine on the rig – the house was going on vacation with us (which was actually a strange feeling since we haven't moved in two months). It looked like there were plenty of things to do for those days off so we knew this was not just going to be a day trip. Boy were we right.
We scored a great waterfront site right along the Bay of Fundy at Sunset Point RV Park. The cold water provided cool breezes perfect for evening fires.
The little town of Lubec (population 1,300) with its artistic charm, miles of gorgeous water views, seafaring history, and natural beauty has become a unique and popular travel destination in Downeast Maine. The town was founded in 1811 and the connection with the sea has always been strong. A plentiful bounty of cod, pollack, and herring adequately supported twenty sardine canneries and smokehouses dating back to 1880. The waterfront was alive and bustling. Lubec was once the sardine canning capital of the world until the last cannery closed its doors in 2001.
Today, the downtown is a mix of hotels, restaurants, galleries, shops, hotels and whatever business can survive during the short tourist season. Many of the historic buildings have been restored and make for attractive and inviting storefronts. We checked out the chocolate shop, bought a wonderful smelling lavender candle, and snapped a few pictures on the glorious sunny day.
|As with any coastal Maine town, there is plenty of things to do downtown. Whale watching|
is very popular with numerous species passing through the area.
|Historic McCurdy's Herring Smokehouse is one of Lubecs' landmarks. The museum promotes the |
understanding and appreciation of the areas' maritime and coastal heritage.
Lubec is surrounded by 96 miles of coastline and all that water meant that lobster boats and buoys were ever present. Unfortunately, those visual images are subliminal messages that manifest in Betsy's taste buds which work their way to the brain. The brain thinks “dinner,” at which time mindful thoughts are transformed to the mouth which results in the ever present phrase “I want lobster for dinner.” Big sigh from me. I don't fight it anymore, I give in. So off we went to the coastal town of Cutler in search of a lobster pound. Turns out the 17-mile drive to Cutler yielded a pretty harbor but also a “closed” lobster pound.
No fear, we headed back up the 17 miles to Lubec, drove the one lonely mile it took us to reach downtown Lubec and picked up two beauties at a local seafood restaurant. Yep, it was lobster for dinner again. I'll spare you the picture of the gorgeous lobster and melted butter - I think you have seen enough! How about a sunset picture from our campsite instead?