Ed and I are up pretty early this morning for fresh brewed coffee at our campsite. After some camp "maintenance", we decide to head over one town to New Harbor for lunch at Shaw's...a great place right on the water for "lobster in the rough". Ed gets a chicken salad sandwich, and I opt for the twin 1 1/2 lb. lobster dinner. We eat right out on the dock, surrounded by the water, fishing boats coming in and out, etc. It's a nice experience, and the lobsters are delicious!
After lunch, we head into the town of Boothbay Harbor for cocktails and some sightseeing. They are having a "Schooner Festival" of masted ships in the harbor, and the town is absolutely packed with tourists. It takes us a good forty-five minutes to find a parking space ($3.00) after turning down an offer to park at $30.00. The ships are cool, and the drinks are good at one of my old "hangouts", McSeagulls. For some reason, the locals as well as the tourists are not particularly talkative today...so...several beers later, we head back to camp.
For dinner, we grill a few pork chops marinated in "Dale's" along with some stir-fried vegetables...a good dinner. We've picked up some firewood, so we have a nice fire as the sun goes down...and the sky clouds up. There's a big front moving in, and we expect rain sometime during the night.
Ed's Sidebar, Day 8:
Attempts to communicate with the natives failed today. Offered much wampum, no results.
I recommend the BLT sandwich at Shaw's lobster restaurant in Boothbay Harbor. It is said to be made from a rare marsh-dwelling baconfish found only in these parts.
Slept well enough at Boothbay despite the pitchforks and torches of the townsfolk.
Love is the high clouds and a feasible sun
Love is a toilet that works.
Love is your frosty breath near July's last standard deviation from the norm.
Most of all, love
in the land of rain with its moth flickering in battery light
--is that kiss in the neighboring tent.
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