The Wonders of Maine: Our Day Trip
This morning, I asked Jim if he was willing to “play hooky” with me and skip town for the day. After inquiring what I had in mind, and getting the response in two words, “Damariscotta, Maine,” we loaded up the cooler with some water and headed out, bright and early.
Maine has been aptly described as “Life in the slow lane,” and that is a good description. Another more recent logo is “Life as it should be.” Other signs along the roadway indicate “Moose Crossing.” Ironically, as many times as we have been to the state, the only moose I’ve seen was a dead one on the back of a trailer, destined to become “moosemeat.”
The sun was bright enough to need sunglasses, and as we traveled along, a few times we could see herons, standing in various bodies of water visible from the road. While seeing wildlife and wild birds is always a plus, our goal today was to visit an antiques shop that is one of my favorites.
I did find a late nineteenth century pieced quilt, with lots of Cadet Blue fabrics, to purchase. The quilt did come WITH a provenance, including the names of the three ladies who worked on it, their birth and death dates, and the town where they kept a sewing shop: Lambertville, New Jersey.
The last of the ladies died in 1937, and it is a relative who had put this item in the shop. How wonderful it is when historical information is willingly shared at point of sale, in a shop, but that is so very rare!
We experienced a delightful lunch at Schooner’s Landing in Damariscotta, where we have been a few times previously. The eating deck is right on (and actually, over) the water of the salt water bay. While munching, we were able watch loons, geese, ducks, seagulls, and people in small boats and kayaks. We had a cup of haddock chowder, quesadillas, and a piece of blueberry pie, made with wild Maine berries.
After that, we headed home, having spent enough money for one day, and having stayed away from our computers too long, and wanting to catch up on mail and phone messages. We always manage to have fun when we are together, and that is a good thing for a married couple who has paddled the same canoe for such a long time.
Other days, we are hard at work. Today, we wanted an “artists’ date” and that is exactly what happened. I know I’m spoiled.
“Thank God from whom all blessings flow.”
Patricia
