"One Day at a Time, 2015” ….. Maine ….. (August 19 –
August 27) …..August 23, 24
August 23 – Sunday –
Schoodic Peninsula
Again, we woke up to a light drizzle and lots of fog. Makes one want to stay in bed!! Our arthritis doesn't like it too much either!
Later in the day we decided to take a drive to Schoodic Peninsula. The owner of the RV park mentioned to me that
if we liked a more subdued area rather than the tourist trap in Bar
Harbor/Acadia National Park, we would enjoy the
peninsula. While
driving along, we came across the Schoodic
Institute – “an independent 501c3 nonprofit organization
committed to guiding present and future generations to greater understanding
and appreciation for nature by providing research and learning
opportunities through its outstanding Acadia National Park setting, unique
coastal Maine facilities, and innovative partnership programs.” There didn’t seem to be anyone around, though;
it was like a ghost institute.
August 24 – Monday – Appointment
at Veterinary Office; another drive
We had made an appointment for Zoey to see a veterinarian
close by the CG. After explaining the
circumstances of her hospitalization and asking about getting the Canadian
prescriptions filled, the doctor said that he didn’t have those medications available
and he really couldn’t help us. Since
she had been AOK the last few days, we decided to let it go.
It was a beautiful day for a ride – finally! We checked our maps and decided to take a
route that led us west of our location, through Ellsworth,
Blue Hill, and over a bridge to Little Deer Isle and another bridge to Stonington. We stopped at the LL Bean outlet in the town of Ellsworth but
didn’t find anything that we really needed.
We’ve been looking for some of those new outside reclining camp chairs
but are being fussy about them.
We found it! A place
that we absolutely love and wish we had spent several days there. The historic town of Stonington is one of the few remaining
authentic working waterfronts villages of Maine. We discovered that the granite that was used
for the John F. Kennedy memorial at Arlington Cemetery game from nearby. They also claim that the seafood caught here
is used by some of the top chefs and finest restaurants all over the United
States. The town was filled with
charming old homes, and we would have loved to walk around and look at each and
every one of them, but we hadn’t left the RV until after 1:00 pm and had left
Zoey behind; we just didn’t have time.
We did take the time to share a piece of pie alamode and a cup of coffee
at the Inn on the Harbor, an 1880’s Inn comprised
of 4 Victorian buildings joined together to create with 13 guest rooms. The front of the Inn faces the village’s Main
Street and the back faces the seaside with a lovely deck. That is where we enjoyed our dessert and
coffee and watched the fisherman with their boats. Lovely!
I would love to return and perhaps even stay at the Inn.
Of course we didn’t want to return the same way we had
arrived, so we headed out of town on route 15.
There was a scenic lookout on Caterpillar Hill that offered spectacular
views of Penobscot Bay,
Eggemoggin Reach and other islands – but I
didn’t get a picture.
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| Donna, who works at the store where we purchased some blueberry gifts to mail home. Her husband is a fisherman. |
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| Bruce told me that this was a very, very good picture that I took. I was purposely trying to get the two sailboats as they "floated" through the fog. I think I achieved it. |


We have one day left here before we move on further down the
coast of Maine.




















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