On Sunday, we left early in the direction of Camden, Maine. Camden is a quaint little harbor town but more on that later. Along the way, we passed through Belfast and stopped into Lincolnville, home of the Lobster Pound that won my heart. Wow. I haven't had food that good in a long time. For starters, I got the lobster stew, which was delicious. The main course was a lobster roll, my first but definitely not my last, with home-made french fries and a beautiful view. Apparently, the last time Mom and Dad were in Maine, they stopped into this Lobster Pound every time they passed by on Rt. 1A.
After a delicious lunch, I browsed through the gift shop and found some cutesy Maine knick-knacks. I'm cutting down on getting knick-knacks, but I sure do like typing the word knick-knack, so you're going to have to bear with me here. I purchased some of the aforementioned knick-knacks hee! and we continued on to see a man about some chairs.
The Windsor Chairmaker company has an open shop, designed for tourists to stop in and enjoy viewing the traditional methods of chair making. They had a gallery (complete with a stuffed moose) which showcased some amazing chairs, stools, tables and desks. We met one of the craftsmen, who took us through the process briefly. The furniture is hand-made, so the price is much higher for these pieces than those that you'd see in a chain store. Walking through their shop was a neat site to see as well.
We hopped in the van after the tour and headed towards Camden, stopping first at Mount Battie. Mt. Battie is a relatively unassuming mountain that overlooks the Penobscot Bay. The Penobscot Bay is huge, surrounding a tremendous portion of the Maine coastline. Once again, the brilliantly blue water was a sight to be seen. Photographs just won't do it justice. (but I'll try for you land-lubbers) Beyond the Bay is the town of Camden, a quaint Northeastern harbor town where we'd be within the hour. The view of the town along the bay from Mt. Battie was spectacular. We took a few pictures, stopped to enjoy the view for ourselves, then got back into the van to check out Camden.
The town of Camden sits right along the Penobscot Bay. Near the marina, a music festval was keeping a crowd of people captivated. We walked around the shops and enjoyed the weather. Once again, this was another beautiful little town. By the time we entered Camden, we were so relaxed, that just walking around was making us drowsy. A lot of the sites were right there on the water, so I took some photos. After a few hours, I was ready to hit the hay. I had finished writing my postcards (always a daunting task...I suppose a nice burden to have) so I sent those out at the post office.
On the way back from Camden, we stopped into Belfast (another town bordering the Penobscot Bay) and had some dinner. The food at the Chowder House failed to disappoint. I was particularly intrigued by the cornbread. I swear it had either had cocaine in it or some other magical ju-ju that had me drooling. The waitress let it slip that cake mix might be in the batter, so you can be damned sure I'll try that out when I return home. The view from the outer deck of the Chowder House (where we sat) was awesome too.
I slept most of the way home. I had a long night ahead of me, lots of writing for class and for one of my current clients. I stayed up well past 3am.
