Here we are at the end of the road - literally. Now I know why Robinhood Marina advertises in every marine mag known to man and dog. This place makes New Baltimore on the Hudson River look like a metropolis. But - to be fair - there are quite a few doggies here, so who can complain!
We left Camden this am around 7:30am - which killed Joel was anxious to be underway by 7:00am. I guess he just does not understand doggie routine: Dawn constitutional, snooze, breakfast, snooze, and final constitutional before heading to sea. Very civilized. The sun was bright when I opened my 1st eye - and gone by the time I could prop the 2nd one open. The clouds kept it cool - and I did not have to worry about my delicate skin in the sun (I do come from western Scotland where the sun don't shine.)
The seas were flat - good, cause I just shared the remains of Joel's pork chop from last night. But then we had to head out into the Gulf of Maine from West Penobscot Bay - and the rollers started in and continued until we made Fisherman's Reach and then up the Sheepscot River to ole' Robinhood tucked in a little cove you need a map to find.
Once ensconced, we borrowed their courtesy car and headed to town - or to be fair: to SR 127 which we followed south til we almost drove off the pier at Five Islands Lobster - which was truly the "end of the line". Then we turned around and followed SR 127 until there we hit construction and one lane. Since it appeared we were going no where not so fast - but faster than we would have liked since the courtesy car was the model without the brakes option, we turned around and came back to the marina. I am now sleeping on the back deck while everyone else is oggling boats - which is about the only thing to do here.
I hear we are having a visit this afternoon from Peter and Betsy Smith, who are driving up from the Cape today. (Are they nuts or what! I can think of a million other places to spend a Friday night! I did hear there are plans to have a jazz concert here tonight at the gazebo. Interesting that they put the band in the screened in gazebo while the paying customers sit out on the lawn and swat mosquitoes. Which brings me to a new topic. I have a new tool! It is an electric fly swatter!!! Swing it like a badminton raquet and push the button and the little beasties are zapped and fried up for fish food. IT IS FABULOUS!! There is the zapping sound; there is the lightning when the frying occurs and there is the the reward of dead bug! How satisfying! Thank you, buddy Judy Godbout, for the tip on this accessory. I have found that it really requires a traditional fly swatter to get the little beastie to take flight so I can whomp 'em - but who cares! Success is what matters! And no uncooked bugs!!!
So just hangin' loose for the rest of the afternoon. Tonight: visions of leftovers from the Osprey Restaurant who supposedly has a new chef - which is good 'cause not many folks liked it to date on Trip Advisor. And listenin' to NPR - believe it or not, they are playing Tex Ritter doing "I Dreamed I Was Back in Hillbilly Heaven" on Ray Smith's Jazz Eras show featuring 1961. Good Grief!
Tomorrow on to LLBean land and South Freeport. I have a special place in my heart for LLBean cause they made my favorite dog bed. Actually I think it is my buddy, Zack's, favorite bed too!
Happy doggie dreams to all.
W.
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