Fisherman's Wharf Inn
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Fitness/Health center
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... made and some items came home with us!
The Farnsworth Art Museum owns an extensive collection of work by generations of Wyeths (Andrew, James and N.C. Wyeth, the family patriarch who started it all when he settled in Maine in the 1920s). Special exhibits included contemporary works by American artists in sculpture, oil and watercolors.
Jack and I ventured off to the Maine Lighthouse Museum while Ken and Marette toured ...
... Corporation and is a major shipbuilder on the East Coast.
With yarn purchases in hand, we met up for lunch on the waterfront and headed to Bowdoin College in Brunswick. This venerable liberal arts college has served the leading families of Maine and New England since 1794! Distinguished graduates include Nathaniel Hawthorne, sex pioneer Alfred Kinsey and US President Franklin Pierce. Arctic explorers Robert Peary and Donald MacMillan were graduates and ...
... Harbor. Bruce and Robert had started their trip with six other riders, but a bike crash in Michigan sent their injured companions home early. White Lightening and I had fun riding with them into Brunswick. Robert led the way, zig zagging on back roads through the Bowdoin College town. They ...
... about the area. So it has got to be great (No, pressure Miss Laura). Combine that with the fact that it is only 40 miles away, which should only be an hour’s drive tops. Whoopee, Boothbay here we come!
Heading out we realize that the roads to reach our new destination wind through small towns and quaint villages. So, 2 hours later, we reach the picturesque and charming town of Boothbay Harbor. (Miss Laura, you WERE right, it is perfect!) Given we ...
... by the sheer force of their personality. We end up talking to an older lady, a sweet grandmotherly type, who invites us in to use the restroom and to see the place. This is no hole in the wall. As we walk in, it keeps growing and expanding, from one bar to another with a deck overlooking the harbor, then another deck and finally a covered deck for us pale types.
Turns out, we were at a well-loved joint called Mine ...