Deja What?

Driving north this morning to check out possibles for our next campground, we rounded a corner and there was an awesome vista of blue water just right there. "Oh, wow, I've never heard of this town before!" I exclaim. Whereupon Gene says, "We've eaten at that restaurant before." And sure enough, we have with Jane and Roy and I can remember every detail of the inside of the restaurant and how we shopped the gift shop waiting for a table and where we sat etc, etc. But do not remember that view.

We were going to look at three campgrounds, but only looked at one. We move there on Wednesday. I will save the details for then, but it has a great feature. One thing I noticed was a lot of books for sale on knitting and spinning. Turns out the owners raise goats and she dyes and spins the wool into yarn. They had a lot of it on dispay, unspun. The husband told me they have Fiber College there in September offering 36 classes and last year had 900 people participate. It is on their website. Google Searsport Shores Oceanfront Campground. Thirty minutes later we are back in Camden for lunch. We are seatedtowards the back of the little restaurant near a door open to a balcony and a view of Camden Harbor. We were here also with J &R but on a rainy day and today is picture perfect. My Reuben is to die for and Gene's turkey club is so big that we get a box for half of it. The breeze from outside wafts over us while we eat and as Gene's father used to say, "I wonder what the pore folks are doing today."

After lunch, he heads for the harbor and I for the shops. There is a river running under the shops and some are sitting on piers. The photo above is taken from the balcony of one and you can see at the right where it spills over. From the harbor looking up it splits and cascades down two sides of a rock mound into the bay. My bad for not photographing it from below also but I was distracted by the bakery I had just come from and was going back to.

It seemed to me the shops and merchandise here are more upscale than Boothbay Harbor where there were a lot of touristy tee shirt shops. Lovely things with lovely prices. Saw a bunch of gorgeous cotton sweaters, really great designs. Wish I could knit like that! Maybe if I live long enough. One shop was exquisite in its design. Hooked rugs on the walls. White distressed tables down each side and one long one in the middle and a display of lovely candles on each with the assessories on each table matched to the color of the candles. Clean and beautiful. A girl near me commented on the beauty and I replied that the use of color was wonderful. Whereupon she commented that I matched the table we were looking at, pale turquoise, sure enough that is what I was wearing.

Then I found the bakery on the way to find Gene and we bought our dessert and headed toward home along the back roads looking at those great houses and a farm with banded cows. They are black with a wide white band around their middle. Really odd looking critters.

When we returned the campground is half empty. There is no one on either side of us and no one in the whole row across from us. There are no children here, most everyone is about our age. A lovely afternoon reading in the shade in deep quiet. (Our last place was pretty busy, which is ok, too. And there was a miniature railroad across the street that blew it's whistle all day, which is fine, but I don't miss it!)

Gene loves the "butter and sugar" corn they grow here and we are having it every meal. Thanks to Jane, I am doing it in the microwave using her method and it is quick and easy and delicious. We have yet to eat lobstah, waiting for just the right circumstance....have 8 days until we head inland. This last photo is one I zoomed in on for Gene to see this sailboat with the tall, tall mast.

Tomorrow we go south to Rockland, to a light house and further down the coast toward Port Clyde.