Its original Abenaki name is, Wiscasset, which means "coming out from the harbor but you don't see where."
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Its original Abenaki name is, Wiscasset, which means "coming out from the harbor but you don't see where."
Go to Brunswick, Maine at Cook’s Corner and keep going all the way down to the Harpswell islands. The sunsets hardly disappoint, even on the cloudy days.
On Bailey’s Island in Harpswell, just over the old Cribstone Bridge, is Cook’s Lobster. A nice place to eat during the day and a great place to shoot in the morning. The bridge is held together by gravity.
In West Harpswell at the end of Harpswell Neck is a sliver of land that becomes an island on most days. The road leading to it is called Hurricane Ridge. There’s not much blocking the wind around here. It is just as beautiful on a sunny day.
Five Islands, south of Arrowsic, in Georgetown, Maine is beautiful any time of the year, day or night.
Just across and past the bend downriver from Bath, Maine is Doubling Point Lighthouse. Visitors are welcome to explore the grounds and outside the lightkeeper’s house. Such a picturesque lighthouse.
Take a walk down the charming city streets and shop for souvenirs, candy, art and books. Grab a bite to eat or sit and watch river traffic go by.
Near Southwest Harbor, west of Acadia, is a place called Wonderland where there is a cove named Ship Harbor. It is east of Bass Harbor Lighthouse and at the end of a figure eight trail loop that starts right at a convenient parking lot trail head.
Made a quick weekend trip to Niagara Falls on the Canadian side of the river. Here’s our view.
Portland Head Light in Cape Elizabeth, Maine is one of the most photographed lighthouses in the world. Certainly one of the most beautiful. Here are a few of my “good day” shots.
I brought my mom here to see some other lighthouses in Cape Elizabeth not as famous as the Portland Head Light.
If you pay attention, you can find many barns covered with lobster buoys found on the rocky shoreline and beaches. The locals hang them up in hopes the rightful owner will claim their buoy. Each buoy is color-coded and numbered for the lobsterman to identify them and put them back into use.
Explosions would light up the night sky above the bright lights of the stadium. I would crawl through my window onto the gently-sloped roof ledge and feel the colored bursts at my level. They were in the distance but you could still hear the cheers.
“I don't know who named Chula Vista, but they probably had a sense of humor.”
“A little past Montpelier, I saw the covered wagon on my left but I kept driving. My mind screamed at me to stop, still I kept driving. I had an interview to get to and I had a bit to go. My mind rationed more clearly the further I drove, "When's the last time you saw a covered wagon on the side of the road?"“
The excitement reverberates throughout the entire crowd in steady waves of bright color synced to the rhythmic groaning and grinding of float wheels.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, while still surrounded by office buildings and mountains, are shrines that stop the world and let you off for a while.
We were still wide awake at four in the morning. We pulled back the room curtains and saw a fish market already awake, too. We got dressed and crossed the river on foot to see what they’d caught.
