Last night was interesting. We should have known that the bar experience was going to be a challenge because when I asked the bartender what kind of chardonnay they had she said, “We have the box and I think we have the bottle.” UM – okay…. how about the bottle. Now this young lady said she’d been a bar tender at two other places but the corkscrew was kicking her ass. She looked like this might well be her first day ever behind a bar. OK, that’s bad enough but when I ordered my 2nd margarita she grabbed the tequila from the display shelf behind the bar, hoisted it over her head in a simi-flourish, broke one of the wine glasses hanging in the overhead rack and one of the pieces of falling glass managed to cut her head. She got a band-aid and was back at it. The live music they so proudly touted was a guy with a keyboard doing lounge style Lawrence Welk. Not my idea of a rockin place for sure. At least the food was good & the room was clean and even though it wasn’t the best bar and band experience, we didn’t have to go anywhere for the entertainment. I’d stay there again.
Good weather and open roads in Maine
Everyone was saying how great the weather was and we just smile because at this point we’re thinking – we know, and you’re welcome – we brought it with us. Today was another one of those perfect riding days. Robin said she was a little cold but not enough to do anything about and I was just as happy as I could be. We took hwy 1A on the way up yesterday so we took hwy 1 southbound and were greeted with a faster road that was in far better shape. We met an interesting character at breakfast this morning. A WWII vet, he had a couple stories about his time spent in California (in ’48) and told us about the farming they do up here (he has a large farm) which is something I’ve been wondering about. Most all farmers up here have two fields – one is potatoes and one is oats and they rotate the crops from field to field each year. I wish we’d taken a picture to help us remember him.
Robin says that Maine must translate, in some language, into dandilion – LOTS of em everywhere!!
We were on the alert after we saw this sign. We’ve heard moose stories from several of the locals but hadn’t seen one until today. This little guy just wandered back up into the brush and I was glad that mama wasn’t anywhere in sight. I still have scary moose memories from Alaska three years ago – THAT was a close one!!!
Don’t believe the sign? Believe the MOOSE – this one is just a baby
Happiness is having your own bass lake – small mouth up here I’m sure.
It was a nice trip back into Bangor (pronounced as two separate words Bain Gor). Since we ate at the lobster roll place on the way up, I decided to take Robin to a kinda nice place on the way back through, so we’re off to the Fiddlehead Restaurant; more on that tomorrow….
My beautiful co-pilot – on our way to dinner
