We said goodbye to our wonderful Montreal hostess and headed east and south towards Maine. Once we cleared customs we were on the Interstate 93 also called the Eisenhower Highway. I think it was under his adminstration that the Interstate was conceived, for easy transport of military troops and equipment. To his credit, he warned us regarding the "military industrial complex" but unfortunately he failed to warn us about Monsanto. The folage through Vermont and New Hampshire was outrageous-in full color and in its prime. Once we crossed into Maine the folage was not as bright and was interspersed with a lot of conifers. We arrived in Belfast about 4:30 found our lodging (which is on the bay but a little marginal) and settled in. Our cabin has three bedrooms, living and dining room, kitchen, bath and a screened in porch. Needing libations we headed for downtown Belfast, found a pub with Maine brewed beers and quenched our thirst. While there we found a place to get lobster. Another of those other-worldly experiences. Evelyn was wild. A hugh tub floating with several hundred lobsters. Employees were catching them, cooking them, cracking them and presenting them to waiting crowd. We bought a lobster roll (based on Cathy Merrill's sisters recommendation) and went to our cabin and enjoyed every bite.
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I am now craving lobster!
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