Since I was still a little hobbled and I was limited to activity, we decided to shave a few days off our Bar Harbor stay and add a few nights in Boothbay, ME. It was a relatively short drive. As we exited the highway onto the secondary roads to the campground, we noted a sign that indicated Boothbay was established in 1767. Ruth, Mike and I all agreed that the road to the campground may have been there since 1768, it's a wonder we had no damage.
Upon our arrival, we settled into our campsite pretty quickly. The weather was still marginal with rain forecasted daily. We took a drive into Boothbay to check it out.
This area is a cluster of peninsulas jutting out into various bays along the coast. To say that there are beautiful views everywhere you look would be an understatement. We headed out to Pemaquid Point to check out the lighthouse. On our way, we drove through Wiscasset and Damiscotta which would require further exploration. We have seen many beautiful lighthouses, but I think this one was my favorite. There is something classic, beautiful, melancholy, sacred and haunting about lighthouses.
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Mike played pickleball one day and then we headed out to lunch along the water in Falmouth. As I was not too active, a lunch out day was a nice break from sitting around. Our friends had gone to this spot on their way up the coast and recommended we go there. It was a very lovely spot right on the water with moored boats as far as the eye could see. We had a lovely lunch and lingered, enjoying the beautiful sunny day.
On a rather warm day we planned an outing to the Maine Botanical Gardens. We are not usually botanical garden people, but this one is fairly centralized in Boothbay and was recommended by many folks as a "must see". It was in fact a lovely place to walk around "slowly" and learn the genesis of the gardens from a guided tour of the main part of the gardens. I would say the highlights were the butterfly garden, the kitchen garden and the Five Senses garden.
Mike booked a tour of a local Oyster farm for our last full day in the area. We arrived at Glidden Point Oyster Farm at around 10am. A very pleasant Acquaculturist shared the history of oyster farming in this particular area and indicated that it is the "Napa Valley of Oysters". The history was in fact fascinating, as was it to learn that our Acquaculturist did not even like or eat oysters. She was very committed to her job in spite of that.
Our evening ended with a visit to Wiscasset Speedway for a local stock car race. On our travels we have found this activity to be inexpensive, enjoyable, family-oriented entertainment and a nostalgic expression of small town life. We stayed for a few rounds/heats, then headed home for our departure to New Hampshire.
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