Aug 12, 2010 12:00 am
Mike and I took our Sunday morning walk along the West Branch, hoping to find some chanterelle and oyster mushrooms. We found two of the former, none of the latter. This is astounding, considering how much rain and warmth we’ve had. Mother Nature has her idiosyncrasies, I guess. We did find some juicy blackberries which we ate on the spot.
The garden continues to yield plenteous amounts of pole beans, summer squash, cucumbers, and tomatoes. We’re still collecting dozens of Japanese beetles every day. Our front walk is in, and the surrounding area has been seeded. We have to keep it watered so that the grass will sprout. Eventually, everything will look gorgeous! I hope.
Our big adventure of last week was a puffin cruise with Maine Audubon Society. On Friday we drove to New Harbor, which is down the Pemaquid peninsula, south of Damariscotta. There we settled into our very nice room at the Gosnold Arms, with a view of the picturesque harbor. After some oysters at the raw bar on the wharf, we had dinner at Shaw’s Wharf Restaurant, fried clams for Mike and boiled lobster for me.
We hastened to get a place first in line for the two-hour cruise, because we wanted to be able to sit on the top deck of the Hardy cruise boat.
There were probably about 30 of us on board, plus two leaders from Maine Audubon.
It was a beautiful evening, although there was a bit of a chop, making it difficult to take pictures.
However, we did see lots of puffins, as well as guillemots, gannets, cormorants, assorted terns, and laughing gulls. Then, of course, there was a spectacular sunset on the way back.
Next morning we set out before breakfast to visit the Rachel Carson Salt Pond Refuge, just up the road from the inn. The salt pond is no bigger than half an acre, but the plaque says that Carson used to spend a lot of time there observing wildlife. There were several dozens of sandpipers and other shorebirds, and the soothing sight and sound of the sea water lapping the rocks.
Just across the road was a trail, which we followed for a good walk of about two miles by the time we made our way back to the Gosnold Arms. As we enjoyed our breakfast, looking over the harbor, it occurred to me that it’s easy to understand the magic that the Maine coast represents to tourists. Of course, we believe we have our own magic here in the mountains of western Maine, and the traffic is much less congested!
We were back home by about 12:30 Saturday and once more into real world activities. It was a short, but refreshing sojourn. We’re looking forward to a possible day trip to Monhegan sometime in September.
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