After leaving the Casco Bay area, we made our way up the coast to the tiny town of Wiscasset, home to fewer than 1000 families. That’s where the famous “Red’s Eats” is located. The tiny shack occupies one corner of the center of town. It backs up to the Sheepscot River.
The wait it long, usually an hour; it’s worth the wait.
I get the lobster roll, which is the meat of one whole lobster on top of a butter roll – no mayo, no filler, just lobster. Joseph, who doesn’t care for lobster, gets the ribeye steak sandwich. I have to admit, the steak sandwich is so good that I think I like it just as much as the lobster roll.
Here’s what’s so interesting to me about Red’s Eats: we’ve never been in that line and not met someone from our area. Never!
This year the people in line right in front of us were from DC. However, it wasn’t long before I discovered that the guy grew up in Broomall and these days his siblings all live in the next town over, Havertown, where I grew up. The people in line behind us were from Chester County. In fact, the man grew up with and went to school with my next door neighbor.
What a small world!!!
Since we’d had a snack on Bailey’s Island, we passed on the fries and onion rings, but Joseph and I did split a whoopie pie – they are as big a treat in Maine as they are in Lancaster PA. I can’t figure it out, but I usually enjoy one while I’m here.
By the time we left Red’s, it was late afternoon and we started to get antsy to be at the cottage. So, once in the car, we decided we’d make no more stops. As we drove the backroads of coastal Maine, we put in the first CD of audio book, Honeymoon. It grabbed us from the first chapter. It was about this crazy chick, Nora, and the life she designed around many loves and murders.
When we got to the Penobscot Narrows Bridge, we knew we were getting close. The bridge is huge, an architectural wonder – one of only four such bridges in the world, and the only one in the US. It replaced the Waldo Hancock Bridge, a rickety old thing a car bounced over all the way (that’s it in the picture to the right – it’s the smaller of the two). Penobscot Narrows Bridge also has the tallest bridge observatory in the world!! Joseph and I were up there and it’s awesome (in the literal sense of the word). It’s a single lane going in each direction and built so you can enjoy the view. However, since I’m not so good about heights, it scares the hell out of me! Happily, Joseph doesn’t have the same problem, so he usually drives across the bridge. I usually close my eyes until we’re about half-way across. It’s funny…I could drive over that old bridge (that was on that dangerous bridge list), but not this pretty new one.
Once across the PNB, we headed into Ellsworth, the main town nearest Mt. Desert, we stopped at the “blueberry farm” to get a box of blueberries. Most of the year it’s a two-car garage but during blueberry season, it becomes a factory and sales office.
We bought a five pound box of morning happiness – we love starting our days with a big healthy bowl of blueberries.
Then it was onto Windward Cottages on Mt. Desert Island, Cottage #5 – the last in the row, the most private one and our home away from home for the next two weeks.
When we got to the cottage, the sun was setting and the view from our picture window was so pretty. But tonight wasn’t a time to pay attention to it – time for that tomorrow. Tonight it was getting settled in. We’re so used to this cottage that it takes us about an hour to unpack and set up.
Once we were done, I suggested going into Bar Harbor. Joseph just gave me “a look” and I knew he wasn’t up for it. So we just plopped down into the recliners and relaxed with some TV. Just as well…we’d need our energy for hiking!
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