Bay Leaf Cottages & Bistro
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... mayonnaise to garnish it. It is lobster-eater's nirvana. Jim chooses drawn butter, Casey goes mayo. The just over one hour wait was worth it and not only for the amazing lobster roll, but their huge vertical slices of fried zucchini were more than a pleasant and scrumptious surprise.
Leaving Reds, we enter the Penobscot Bay area, first through Rockland, then onto Rockport. We take note that indeed there are a lot of ...
... for a drink. We had our drink almost gone when they finally arrived – obviously having had a drink or 2 before our meeting! Of course they needed one more and even suggested we continue our shopping! Hmmmmm.......somethings not right here. On interrogation, they admitted to finding Jamesons Tavern which is in the oldest original building in Freeport and where the signing of the state of Maine's independence charter was signed in ...
Lots of snoring last night after the Jag-aple-ugers.
The weatherman says today will be hot and sunny so it was off to the beach where we suffered goosebumps for an hour and a half before packing it in.
Drove into Portland and toured the cobblestone streets of old port. On a tip, we stopped into Bucks Naked BBQ. Wow......thanks for the tip. Among other items, we order the ...
Left Rockport for Old Orchard Beach hoping for some sunny and relaxing beach days. We don't usually book a campsite ahead of time but thinking we better start. The first attempt at a site was fully booked, the second, we couldn’t find! David was leading the drive and his GPS was taking us through some pretty narrow streets in a cottage subdivision. He ...
... and Maine and seeing the sign at the border. We made a quick "pit stop" (the last of hundreds) at a rest stop a few miles up the interstate. I remember smelling the pine trees during the early afternoon and welcomed the eventuality that in a couple of hours, we'll be "home" and in our own house, our own kitchen, living room, bathroom and, of course, our own bedroom and bed.
The further we drove, the longer it seemed to take. But finally, ...