We had talked about going to Maine for quite some time, and when Donna said told us that she was going to Maine to visit her brother, Albert, I asked her some particulars. She wanted to drive, but did not want to go it alone. So it was decided that we would take her in our truck, and we would tool around on our bikes. Donna and Albert had lots of plans. They would be off doing what they were going to be doing. We also had a plan and that plan was that we had no plan only a mission.
I packed our bags that would stay at Albert's house, and I took along the saddlebag liners so that I could pack our bikes with the necessary gear.
The truck/trailer packed and loaded ready to go.
Andrew was the Wagon Master, and I delightfully followed him. When asked if I was hungry, I replied with "I could eat"......
We rode everyday averaged about 150 miles per day. There is no helmet law in Maine. Andrew was making the most of it. He had a serious wind-blown doo going on.
It was a good thing he had his hair cut before we left, cause at the length it was, his hair would have been a knotty mess.
There were copious amounts of motorcycles, so there was a lot of waving going on. Quads and quad riders were also bountiful. They ride on trails and camp out in the woods, we saw people at the gas stations, along side the roads, and at the ice cream parlors. They were seriously dirty. I met a woman who was riding her quad, she told me that riding my bike looks like fun, I said it was. She said that I stayed a lot cleaner than her, I am happy for that, there was nowhere on her person that was not caked in mud.
Andrew was also communing with nature.
There were also some furry little friends....
When we first decided that we were going to Maine, it was a given what would be our quest. We went in search of the ultimate lobster roll. I put into my phone where, according to the web, some of the best lobster rolls were being served, and if we were in the area we could go. We would also willy-nilly our search. It was going to be arduous but we were up to it.
Our first lobster roll stop was in Kittery, we went to Bob's Clam Hut. It was fantastic. Maybe we should not have gone to the "best" first, cause then nothing would measure up. But maybe, just maybe, this one would pale. The clam strips were also phenomenal as was the clam chowder.
Our excursion to Bar Harbor included another lobster roll quest, Andrew said he was blinded by the smoke from the kettles, and we had to stop. I was busy looking at the planes landing at the airport, while he was looking for food, now that was a switch.
When I took the picture most of the smoke dissipated.
We ordered the lobster chowder and fried calamari. Another one of our quests is to find great fried calamari. We each had a warm lobster roll with an order of french fries and coleslaw to share. The lobster roll was so delicious that we ordered one more to split. Eureka!!! This was the best lobster roll by far, we will sorely be pressed to find one that is better. Andrew said that he prefers to have a warm lobster roll over a cold one, I agree with him on that, but I am not about to turn down a cold one either.
After we ate, while I made some calls to find a hotel/motel/cabin with accommodations and a paved/flat parking lot, Andrew spoke to my Mom to get the skinny on what was going on at home.
My Mom and Dad gave him the what's what on what was going on at home. Chico keeps on getting in between my Mom's feet and she is shuffling him along with a guide stick because she does not want to get snapped by him is she lifts him up. He gets me frustrated so I just pick him up and make sure that I don't put any body parts near his mouth. You would think that he would mellow with age, but not him, he just keeps on getting more ornery in his old age. She did tell me that I had a surprise waiting for me, not such a big surprise, but a surprise just the same. After calling a few places, a very nice desk clerk called some other places and found a room for us. It was almost into Bar Harbor. We took it.
The place in Bar Harbor was nice, and parking was a dream. The best thing....a king size bed. Goodness I love a king size bed.
After we settled in, we went for a walk and we found Udder Heaven.
The weather in Maine was beautiful, with only one day that was disgustingly hot and humid. We rode every single day, and saw some of the most beautiful scenery imaginable. Our last day of riding was spent with Donna and Albert. Albert lead us to Baxter State Park.
On the road to Baxter there was a beautiful log cabin that served as the general store, cabin/site/tube rental, hunting guide, cafe, and was also the owner's home.
We had the Maine vacation that we talked about having for four or five years. It was a most wonderful vacation, Albert was a gracious host. He opened his home to us and we enjoyed his hospitality. He has a lot in common with my Dad, he also has a friend that hangs out in his house too.
This is us getting ready to leave Maine after our adventure...
While we may have sampled many different lobster rolls during our Maine holiday it has been decided after much deliberation, the best lobster roll and the best calamari was had at
Gateway Lunt's Lobster on Route 3 in Bar Harbor. Another special note is food that was served at the Brookside Diner & Motel in Smyrna, Maine was pretty fantastic. The homemade bread was delectable, I had them make me a Patty Melt with sauteed onion on their bread served with new potatoes and peas. Never in my life have I ever had potatoes so delicious. They were cooked in, I think, butter and cream. I have to see if I can find the recipe.
When we arrived home, my parents were waiting for us. We unloaded the our stuff, and we brought our things in. This is what Andrew and I were met with.
Home. Yes, I am Home. Home is when I am alone with you.