first days in maine

i haven’t posted in a long time, work has been crazy, particularly with the delicata out of the office for a few weeks.  added to it was trying to get all prepared for leaving town for 6 days, the longest i’ve taken off during the growing season in 10 years.  but now that i’m out-of-town and have a little time off, a brief photo document of the first couple of days spent in maine.

papaya king!

papaya king drink enjoyed at the airport on a layover – i was intrigued by the aristocratic melon of the tropics – i wasn’t that into it, but the papaya enzymes helped to settle my upset stomach from getting up too early and a bit of turbulence on the plane.

karen washington

also spotted in the airport this poster featuring karen washington – she’s famous!  and deserves it!

clam rolls

after landing in maine the first order of business was to get some food and why waste your calories on anything but seafood.  while lobster might be king in maine, my favorite meal in maine as a kid was the clam roll, essentially deep-fried clams on a bun.  certainly not healthy, but it’s heaven.  i was transported back 20 years with one bite.

we drove up the coast to little deer isle where my mother and two aunts have vacationed for the last 25 years or so.  mostly uneventful, but with plenty of traffic and fog.

the next days order of business included a trip to the farmers market in stonington.

braided onions

handmade goat cheeses

amazing looking cured meats - we didn't get any. i don't know why.

after the farmer’s market we went into stonington an poked around.  i found and chowed down on the most amazingly huge rosehips which were all over the place.  i gave some to my mom.  she didn’t seem to enjoy them as much as i did.


we also found a bunch of little houses – i don’t know what the deal is – but we love little houses

little houses

after stonington we broke off from the rest of the crew and went for a walk to barred island – a mile down the trail to an island that is only assessable at low tide.  the trail went though beautiful fir forests, smelled wonderful, were filled with mushrooms, and sprung under your step from its boggy texture.  at some point fredrick law olmsted owned barred island.  i don’t know why.  in the photo you can see the sand bar leading to the island on the right.  the fact that the island could only be reached at low tide meant that we had only a 3 hour window on either side of low tide to get on and off.  this added an element of danger that made ma both excited and a little nervous.  we walked around the island exploring tide pools and looking for starfish none of which could be found, but at least a few crabs.

barred island

at the house we are staying at there is a little house that is behind the main house which ma and i are taking up residence in – and we felt we needed to have a house-warming party, with light hor d’oeuvres – but it was too hot in the little house so we had a porch party but it was too small of a porch for all of us to fit on which meant the food and myself had to be in the yard.

snacks at the house warming party

we set up a platter of goat cheese, bread, and blueberries from the market and tomatoes and peaches my mom had brought all the way from main.  it started to rain in 5 minutes and we had to retreat to the big house.

afterwords we went to watch the sunset over pumpkin lighthouse – just off the coast of little deer isle.

pumpkin lighthouse


6 responses to “first days in maine

  1. Deer Isle is most wonderful. Many talented craftpersons reside in the area.
    I was fortunate enough to visit Helen Nearing at her homestead “Forest Farm” in Harborside before her death.
    If you have an opportunity it is open to the public in the afternoon hours.
    Remarkable what they achieved in their 70’s and 90’s while living there.

    Makes one feel rather small (for me at least!)

  2. vincent – we actually visited the nearing’s spot this afternoon – i’ll post soon on it.

  3. Happy for you that you had time to go visit. Sad that I did not. But I very much enjoyed living vicariously through the clam roll especially. Also, nice photo #3,782 of Pumpkin.

  4. sorry you missed count it’s actually number 4067 in the pumpkin series.
    and you will note that 4068 is posted as well.

  5. Pretty sure it’s the best one yet.

  6. Pingback: greatest misses pt. 2 | little house on the urban prairie

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