Driving through Maine has been an experience in diversity to say the least. Closed in bush country which at once opens up to lacklustre little towns with mom and pop five and dime store fronts, one gas bar got-it-all stations, to quaint little towns with big waterfront views. Still and all, the one thing each had in common was someplace serving lobster and a church with a steeple. There have been dilapidated old homes with junkyard fronts to beautiful Georgian and Victorian mansions enclosed by sprawling front porches to snatch-my-breath-away lake or sea views from a Cape Cod style home. All, from the junky to the magnificent, has filled us with wonder and awe.
Yet, as far as little Maine towns go, I’d have to say I thought Bar harbor was the prettiest. Although most businesses were closed for the season we did enjoy a walk about town then a nice dinner, and of course lobster was on the menu.
See you in Vermont!
Along the Way 
your photos are as picturesque as your writings… i can say maine is a special place, very ‘new englandy’, i would imagine, in a picture post card kind of way… neat, tidy, traditional.. i love the ambiance i feel thru this blog… i love seeing all that captures your lens and your curiosity… you have a heart for all things pretty and adventurous! wonderful! i’m enjoying the show! pets to the pup! hugs to you both… xox
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Thanks Cindy! It has definitely been a roadtrip for the diversity senses. so many different things; tastes, landscapes, smells, and the language of peoples. Trying to capture it all is nearly impossible, but I do try.
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