The Country Inn Camden-Rckprt Rockport

... owned by our friend Sessa, who also used to live in Jackson. Hilary, seven months pregnant, looked beautiful all dressed up in 3 inch heels! There's a woman! <br><br>Sunday very brave Hilary, who only just got past nearly six months of killer morning sickness, Gus, their daughter Bella, 4, Doug, myself, and the ladies all boarded Gus's sailboat in the Rockport Harbor. I have never been sailing. For those of you who don't know...sailing is Doug's biggest passion in this ...

... into Maine in early afternoon and had the most wonderful sense of euphoria at being back inside our wonderful United States of America again. It's very hard to describe and even harder to figure out. But it feels good to be in the Homeland! <br><br>We ignored our itinerary which called for us to bunk tonight near Bangor and followed Hwy 1A down the west side of the Penobscot River and finally along ...

... that were located in homes along the highway. Antiques galore...plus gift shops, art shops, ceramimcs, jewelry, and more. I was on a mission to find great signs and I found a few to document the journey. Traffic wasn't too heavy until we neared Camden, one of our destinations for the day. I wanted to stop and shop (of course) and see what was to be seen! We walked to the marina and I had a ...

... restaurant again last night. The people-watching there is pretty good and they have good wine and draft beers so it's easy to while away some time there<br> <br> <br>Today we did even less. We had a nice lobster salad for lunch here in Camden at Linda Bean's Lobsters. We planned to order some blueberry pie for dessert but the waitress suggested that we go to a town down on the coast called Waldoboro -- there's a place ...

... place yesterday -- the Water Front restaurant. Both times we sat outside on the wharf overlooking the incredibly picturesque harbor. It really was heavenly. The weather is a bit warm and humid but there's a clear sky and a bit of a breeze so it is tolerable. We're going to have a little lunch now... So glad we came to Camden. As Stephne declared yesterday afternoon: "this is OUR Maine!" <br><br>Kevin &amp; Stephne <br>

... that most people apparently cannot even begin to imagine. <br><br>Oh well. We had a really nice late lunch at Jordan Pond House in the park. We ate under an umbrella on the lawn with a really nice view of the pond. It really was a very nice setting. All in all, it was a great day and we're both glad that we saw the park and that part of the Maine coast. <br> <br>We went back to Table for dinner again tonight ...

... I had a local draft and Stephne had a good French rose. (I'm going to Yelp this place!). We walked for a bit after dinner and then came back to the farm inn for the evening.<br><br>Our little country inn is a bit more rustica than we have grown accustomed to but we're making do... No real plans tomorrow -- we're thinking of really laying low; doing some reading and writing and possibly a little painting if we find the inspiration!<br><br>Kevin &amp; Stephne<br>

... art, bird houses or whirly gigs of some sort on display for sale in some carver's yard along the highway.<br><br>We also stopped to get a pint of freshly picked wild blueberries from a couple at a roadside stand. They were the little tiny ones and they were delicious! We made another stop for steamers and a last one for ice cream cones (it was a long drive and we're on holiday!).<br><br>When we finally arrived at Blue Hill it was ...

... must sees.   We had lunch with our friends, Lynn and Gerry, at the museum then picked up our rental car and headed north.  We spent the night in Portland at the Chadwick Inn.  The bed and breakfast was great and the breakfast particularly scrumptious.  The evening before we walked around town and had dinner at a touristy ship on the water.  Views were great and the lobster tasty-but not like the night before.   Today we arrived in Camden, Maine ...

... I could manage to do was run to the toilet to puke. What will the students think... Goatgirl's tummy is churning aplenty, but she is holding on to it. She has an important night ahead, as she is teaching Merengue and Bachata at a local Latin nightclub around the corner. She co-ordinates the regular Friday nights there with a Dominican friend, and so must turn up. While I am curled up feutal style, she is getting ready to head there by 7pm to take the class. I ...