|Day 3: New York-Mystic-Kennebunk Beach
|Day 4: Rockport-Camden
|Day 6: Port Clyde-Rockport
|Day 7: Rockland, Tenant Harbor
|Day 8: Campobello
|Day 11: Augusta
|At some point, Sally, Darryl and I decided we wanted to go someplace cool in the
summer. After considering Iceland and some other unlikely places, we decided on
Maine. so that I could finally get around to visiting my cousin Shelby in Southport, and so
that Darryl could visit Ron Rordam, a childhood friend who now lives in Virginia but
whose mom and sister live in Tenant Harbor.
I had to go to New York for an AAMC meeting. Sally and Darryl came along and did their
thing while I was in meetings. (Unfortunately, I think "Sally's thing" was sitting in the
hotel room and working on her computer.) But they did have time shop for pink
sneakers for the daughter of their dogs' caregiver in Baton Rouge.
In the evenings, we got to go out and have fun. On the first night, we went to a dinner for
the AAMC-GIA Steering Committee at the Boathouse in Central Park. It's an amazing
place, and Sally and Darryl got to meet some of my AAMC pals, including Mary Sue
Cheeseman from Cincinnati.
| Day 9: Bar Harbor
|Day 5: Southport-Freeport
|Day 10: Lake Millinocket
|SALLY, DARRYL AND MATT GO TO MAINE (AND NEW YORK)
|So who are we kidding. In Maine, it's
all about the lobsters. Right?
While Sally, Darryl and I were there,
I think we got to see almost all the
components of the lobster industry.
|OK, so maybe we didn't actually see
any lobsters in traps, but I'm guessing
it looked something like this.
|Every day, lobster fishermen like these
guys would go out and check their
traps. They sorted the lobsters into
four categories: 1) too old (throw them
back); 2) too young (throw them back);
3) adults (keepers!) and 4) shedders. A
shedder is a lobster that has recently
set its old shell and is in the process of
hardening the new shell. Since these
lobsters don't require hammers and
other hardware to open, they're the
ones that are most valuable.
|After a retail experience or two, the
lobster becomes the guest of honor at
an outdoor activity called a lobster bake.
Ours (at the home of former
Congressman David Emery and Judge
Carol Emery) looked like this. (Dave
was especially proud of the "lobster
lights" he strung on the trees.)
|I don't want to accuse anyone of false
advertising, but no baking goes on at a
lobster bake. As you can see, these
lobsters are being boiled by Dave and
Carol's son, Bert, who, by the time you
read this, will be a first-year medical
student at the University of Vermont
School of Medicine. The only
seasoning in the pot is seaweed. Go
|If your baker/boiler has done his job
correctly (as Bert has), you'll have a
tasty dinner of shedders and corn on
the cob. Thanks, Bert!
|THE "MAINE" THINGS
So while the trip was "Mainely" about
friendship and visiting people we like a
lot, there were a few things that I (and
most people) associate with Maine that
I'd like to discuss in this column.
They are lobsters, blueberries and
|Maine is also very proud of its
blueberries. Perhaps, inordinately so.
But they do dress them up nicely. My
favorite "blueberry experience" was
having breakfast at Just Barb's Diner
(see above). The blueberry pancakes
were awesome. Thanks, Just Barb!
At one point in our travels, we came
across Wild Blueberry Land, a
shopping experience like no other.
I'm not really sure where they were
going with the idea. It looked as if they
were trying to do for blueberries what
Willie Wonka had done for chocolate.
They definitely had some interesting
ideas about retailing. Despite two
rather conspicuous pies sitting in a
display case, the lady at the counter
said they didn't sell pies.
If you're looking for ways to
embarrass me, ask Sally to show you
the photo she took of me sitting on the
throne of the Wild Blueberry King.
I just thought it was strange that a
place called Wild Blueberry Land
would have a Drive Thru--especially if
they don't sell pie.
|When we were doing what little
planning we did for the trip, Sally put on
her "bucket list" taking a picture of
ourselves at the gates of Stephen
King's house in Bangor. My cousin
Shelby, after looking at the list, asked,
"Why would anyone want to do that?"
Oh, Shelby. Have you NEVER met me
|Sally had never been on a sailboat before, so we took a
two-hour cruise on one from the harbor at Camden. As
you can see from the smiles, there are probably more
cruises ahead in her future. (I kept trying to get a
surreptitious picture of the captain of the boat with
noodles caught in his beard.)
|After the cruise, we had dinner at a place
in Camden called "Cappy's" (right) that
Barbara Austin had recommended.
Usually, Barbara's taste is impeccable,
but Cappy's kind of stunk. Maybe it was
just a bad night. (But at least we had the
best seat in the window!)
|On Sunday, we drove down to Southport to visit
my cousin Shelby, and her husband, Al Keider.
(Yes, that's his real name.) They have a lovely
home (below left) that looks out over Love's
Cove. Shelby and Al say that sometimes they
can't get out of their driveway because some
artist has decided to park there while painting
After a gourmet lunch, they gave us a tour of the
neighborhood, highlighted by Sue and Mike Pitt's
house in nearby East Boothbay Harbor. It was a
|Wednesday was a day for driving
around Maine as we traveled from
Rockland to Campobello Island
and back to Bar Harbor. We had
breakfast at Just Barb's Diner
(above left) and stopped on the
way back at Wild Blueberry
World. In between, we saw FDR's
home on Campobello Island. What
fascinated me the most (I'm
almost sorry to say) was the
ginormous megaphone (below)
that Eleanor used to call the kids
to come into the house (right).
|As far as tourist traps go, Bar
Harbor is probably one of the
nicer ones. We spent three
nights there, and on Thursday,
we went to the top of Cadillac
Mountain. (That's Bar Harbor, as
seen from the top of the
mountain at right.)
Later, Sally decided we needed
to walk again. You'd think that I
would have learned my lesson
after the jetty fiasco, but no, we
decided to walk--I mean "hike" to
see Bubble Rock. (BTW, it's
listed as an "intermediate" hike,
so it was definitely a hike. I was
feeling pretty good about myself
until I saw a young lady headed
up the mountains in high heels.
Lots and lots of rocks.
Apparently there is no real soil in Maine,
so there's just rocks. Lots and lots of
|If you're going to travel with political
people like Sally and Darryl, YOU'RE
GOING TO SEE THE STATE CAPITOL.
In Maine, the State Capitol in Augusta was
practically the last thing we saw as we
headed to the airport in Portland.
In a final to salute to Maine, Darryl is
wearing his lobster claw hat.
Final Note to the People of Maine:
We liked your state, but would it kill you to
open the State House on Saturdays?
|I'm sure you're wondering what was
on the CD compilation for the trip.
Generally speaking, I stuck to songs
about places we'd been
before--Argentina, California, etc.
But for a change of pace, I added
some "bonus tracks" from the
original cast recording of Promises,
Promises that we saw.