Katahdin Lodge in Northern Maine
Travel Blogs from Houlton
Headed out this morning to find the big axe and the longest covered bridge in the world. Well we found the axe in Nackawic NB, what a cute little place. The giant axe was erected in 1991 to honor the past, present and future of the forest industry in this area. Not much else there so we stopped at a Robin's Donut to get our late morning coffee and do the blogs we were missing.
... home which wasn't necessarily shorter but was less work than picking our way over rocks.
We spent our Sunday evening at Music on the Montague Waterfront. A local group played the curious combo which I've heard on the east coast of old country (Dolly Parton, Randy Travis) plus jig-like numbers. There was a song we knew from our Fiddlers Sons CD. Unfortunately, it was rainy so it was inside - outside would have had the advantage of being ...
... the lovely 293 road through, again, wonderful little towns and with all the colorful homes. Every small town, no matter how small, has a HUGE Catholic Church or two in it. Most favor shiny silver spires with bells that ring at the appointed times throughout the day. We heard a few as we were driving today. This is such a beautiful area.
We crossed into New Brunswick and saw an information office by the road. We thought we could get ...
... and the road is paved through. There isn't much else in the area, though there's a little park on one side where you can sit with a picnic.
We ate at a riverside restaurant that evening in Woodstock itself, just a 10 minute drive from the motel. Food was good, would have been nice to eat outside on a warm summer night overlooking the Saint John River but it was a bit damp and chilly so we stayed inside. Back to the hotel for overnight, heading across the border first thing.
While there hadn't been much traffic in this much less remote area, a couple of others pulled up at this lookout and enjoyed a minute or two taking in the view.
The next stop would be Houlton. Though things didn't change much, there was a little farming activity to break the monotony as the last town in Maine got closer.
Of course, I was counting on Houlton ...