Back from our Trip!

Mike and I have gotten back from our great trip to the northeast. I had thought about making a post for each day, but decided that that might wear a little thin to those who didn't go on the trip and therefore aren't quite as "into it" as I am. :-) But I will post several pictures on this post, and will probably have several more posts with pictures in the days to come.I did not realize just how imposing the Washington Monument is! It totally dominates all of the capital, not just the area right around it. Its massive size, not only height but also width, is much greater than is conveyed in pictures.

U.S. Capitol! From our bus tour. With only one day in the capital we decided that was the way to go. Our first tour guide was a young boy who was too busy being cute to do a good job, but we got on a second bus with a much better guide. This tour was after seeing the Holocaust Museum, which Mike really wanted to do. We got tickets to get in immediately after it opened. I would have loved to see more of the Smithsonian museums, but at least I know where to go on the next trip! Just not enough time.

At the L.L. Bean store in Freeport! You have to have your picture taken by the big boot. :-)

This was the view out toward the Atlantic, from our room at the Little Island Motel, on Orrs Island in Casco Bay. Above the lower quarter of the state, the Maine coastline is fascinating. It's not like southern beaches, where you drive to the coast, you face the ocean, and you have a view. In Maine, it's like there are hundreds and hundreds of "fingers," peninsulas stretching southeastward into the Atlantic, with hundreds of islands and inlets as well. All end up in the Atlantic. The coastline of Maine is as long as the rest of the east coast states put together. You are never far from water, and it is beautiful.

The deck of our little motel on Orrs Island.

Across the inlet is a fishing village. Watched the schoolbus drop children off. Our server that night told us that the children and teens there know how to get places by water better than they know how to go on the roads.

Lobster stew! That was some very, very good eating.

Harpswell, ME - a little town we drove through on the way to eat that night. The oldest grave I found was marked 1790, but there were probably older ones. Many towns we drove through were founded in the 1700s and a few even the 1600s. The sign at right says "Cattle Pound 1793."

There was a storm during the night and several fishing boats moved into the cove for protection. This is low tide.

Seagull from the point of the Little Island Motel.

More pics to come as I have time!