Hilton Garden Inn Freeport Downtown
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... and we just went from there. Small. Plates. Tasty. Yummy.
The following day meant we had to come to terms with our shopping decisions as we all struggled to stuff our suitcases. We had time to visit the Old Port once again and have a last meal at Eventide, where we once again enjoyed fresh oysters and that most fabulous lobster roll on a steamed bun with browned butter.
There couldn't be a better way to end this visit!
... but not quiet. And we left wanting more and so we had a second lunch lobster roll at a cozy lobster shack on a pier near Ogunquit. And it was really good, too. We wanted more, but they would have to wait for another day.
After second lunch, we visited the Ogunquit Museum of Art where we enjoyed a private tour and saw works by American artists including Winslow Homer and (new to me) DeWitt ...
... James Beard-recognized chefs creating their specialties in Portland and further up the coast.
Of course, we all wanted to try it all: the lobster rolls, the fresh oysters from nearby bays that we couldn't pronounce, the wild blueberries, the duck fat fried French fries, the whoopie pies, and the local craft beers (Pumpkinhead anyone?).
We arrived in the evening, in time to enjoy creamy clam chowder and ...
... Saturday. They were great as was the service, the rest of their menu also looked interesting, so would recommend checking it out.
After 18 oysters, Motel 6 was our next destination. The reviews of this place were mixed but all we really needed was a place to sleep and it was the best value so it made sense. It's right on the interstate so we expected a lot of noise, but we were pleasantly surprised. ...
We marveled at our glorious day, recounting our experiences meeting friendly Mainers and visiting their quaint villages.
I tossed and turned, fitfully trying to sleep. I couldn't believe that tomorrow would be the last day of the bike trip...