![]() It’s the easternmost point in the United States, thus bragging rights. Our adventures found us exploring different areas of the Bold Coast than we’d visited a year ago, but it seemed imperative that we make a quick stop at West Quoddy Head Lighthouse at the end of one day. Our favorite heart selection we did not disturb because it appeared in the midst of a fairy ring created by the tide. But this one, not exactly perfect, as no heart really is, my guy gave a pulse. Those berries fit right in with our daily cobbled beach quest for hearts and we found many, a few which followed us home. Īnd Mountain Ash in the shape of a heart. ![]() There was that to be thankful for, as well as the facts that it kept us from slipping, and from stepping upon the fragile environment at our feet.ĭespite the daily chill, flower flies such as this bee mimic continued to pollinate asters in a manner hectic as the days grow shorter and temps lower.īehind the asters we saw plenty of juicy Rose Hips and I thought of my dad who loved to eat these on our beach walks in Connecticut.īecause we followed a smattering of trails, the berry choices changed from Cranberries to. The chicken wire along the bridges sang as we trudged, boot tread hitting wire, wire strumming against wood, and song echoing with each step as the wire bounded back off the wood. We also appreciated all the bog bridging and benches placed to take in the vistas and gave thanks to those who had hustled to create such infrastructure, including my colleague Rhyan, a former intern at Maine Coastal Heritage Trust. My mom would have loved this–the rocky coast of Maine spoke to her. Over the course of the day, we explored a few trails of Cobscook Shores, including enjoying lunch on a bluff overlooking sandbars at low tide.īoot Head Preserve along the coast offered a variety of terrains and natural communities, including upland forests, bogs, coastal wetlands, and steep rocky shoreline. The next day dawned brisk and chilly, as most did, and found us first finding our way to Reversing Falls, where the incoming tide hit some rocks that splashed the water “backwards.”Ĭlick on the link to catch a brief glimpse of the action. Fred, the Red Squirrel, however, scolded us at every opportunity. We circled through a beaver’s territory, hoping that if we couldn’t catch sight of the bear, we might at least see the beaver, but both alluded us. We also spotted the largest burl either of us could remember seeing, this at the base of an old Yellow Birch turned silver in age like the rest of us. Berry seeds pass through a bear’s digestive system and exit intact and viable, making bears an important part of nature’s seed distribution system. We weren’t disappointed.Įspecially since we found a display of bear scat, this being only one chunk. On the windiest day, we took to the woods rather than the coast, knowing it would be calmer. Morning and evening, whenever we were by the Narrows, we watched as the Cormorants preened and flew and swam against the current and preened some more. īack in the harbor of Johnson Bay, the setting sun upon moored boats captured our fancy.Īnd we got our bearings with a view of Mulholland Light on Canada’s Campobello Island located exactly across the Lubec Narrows from our room. From there we sipped a beer at Lubec Brewery before heading off for our first adventure of the week, along a beach trail within reach from town.Īfter skipping some stones, we turned around and headed back toward our room, enjoying the cast of our shadows upon sand. Curiously, because the owner had been to Stone Mountain Arts Center in Brownfield, Maine, not far from our hometown, he knew of my guy’s store and they enjoyed a chat. ![]() We’d barely landed in town after a five hour drive, when a walk down the road found my guy posing before entering Lubec Hardware. The answer eventually presented itself, but first, here’s to Lubec. And so we booked a room for the first four nights of vacation. But where to go? We knew we’d begin the week by driving to Lubec, Maine, where we’d enjoyed two days last year, but left knowing there was so much more to explore. Our time for a road trip was long overdue.
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