Wednesday, September 6, 2000

Time for lazy day #2. Once again, Steph and I stayed home while Amy and Taruna hit the shops. I took a walk that the nosy neighbors noticed ("We saw another one of you walking. She had brown hair. How many of you are there?"). Several neighbors had dropped by to check on the tomatoes, the guy who built the house came by to show it to someone, and another neighbor wanted this lighthouse dollhouse (and she wanted it now). She must have called four times, and came by three times before she finally took it away. That night, Amy made shrimp scampi, which has now become the traditional Christmas Eve dinner at my house. It was quite yummy. Steph also made chicken, since "I like shrimp, but every time I eat it, I feel sick." Good thinking, Steph!

Someone in Duck Cove makes these little stone "ducks."

Thursday, September 7, 2000

On Thursday, I wanted to visit the gift shop that Taruna & Amy almost bought out on the previous day, because Taruna had found this photocopy of an old picture of a sailboat, and I thought I might find one I liked too. I ended up getting the same one she had, but since she lives in Baltimore and I live in Seattle, I don't think anyone will notice. This shop was closing for the season, so I think they were pretty excited about seeing Amy walk in again. She didn't disappoint. When we left, the guy asked if she'd be back next year, and said they'd hope to see her. Very subtle!

After that, we drove to Eastport to see what there is to see. We ate a great meal, but they gave us large enough portions that all four of us could have split one entree. That doesn't seem too profitable. We didn't even take leftovers home because we didn't think we'd be likely to eat them before leaving. Visited several shops, including one in which I bought a beach "glass" necklace (actually a piece of ceramic, wrapped with gold wire) and a matted print from 1925, which I will frame and hang alongside the other print/copy I bought. Amy bought something in the gallery right down off the wall of the show. When in this bookstore/soda fountain/coffee place/diner, we saw a book by Sarah Graves that was set in Eastport. Amy thought her mom had one or more of her books, so when I got back to the cabin, I borrowed the two I could find. They're not bad (mysteries).

Friday, September 8, 2000

We decided todrive to Bar Harbor after cleaning up the cabin this morning, and go straight to Bangor from there. We had decided earlier to spend a night in Bangor so as not to have to get up too damn early to catch our flights. Bar Harbor is a nice, touristy town with plentiful shops and restaurants. It looks much more prosperous than the rest of the Maine we saw. We had a great meal in an Italian restaurant, but awful service.

The summit...that's our story, and we're sticking to it.

After doing Bar Harbor, we drove through Acadia National Park. Amy, Taruna and I climbed Mount Acadia, which probably sounds more impressive than it was. It was a short, but very steep, hike. We were a little nervous about some of the near-vertical surfaces, but it went okay. Steph was tired, and pretty much slept in the car while we were hiking. We are choosing to say that we reached the summit, and we took some pictures to prove it. Had dinner with some bikers in a bar/restaurant in Ellsworth, and spent the night in an overpriced Ramada Inn in Bangor.

Amy and me on Mt. Acadia.

Saturday, September 9, 2000

Megan, Taruna, Amy, and Stephanie at the Bangor Airport
(bad case of morning hair!)

Everyone flew out somewhere between 10:20 (me) and 11:20 (Taruna), so we said bye-bye at the airport. Taruna was actually going to spend her layover in Boston, but I wanted to have some downtime on my own, and had planned just to hang out in Cambridge. Remind me never to fly American again. I waited for my luggage for about an hour. When they finally brought it, it was the only bag they sent in at the time. Some other people had been there for 90 minutes. I think mine was just sitting on the tarmac somewhere until someone noticed it and decided to bring it in (how good for security!). We were all pissed. Nobody was helpful, and it sounded unlikely that we could just have them send it to our hotels, although I was going to try. Anyhow, that pissed me off. Spent the day just sort of wandering around Cambridge. This time, the kiddies were moving in, so I got to watch herds of freshpeople and their proud parents flocking around Harvard Square. Very cute. I found a pretty nice place for a late lunch called Temple Bar, which, you probably know, is the trendy area in Dublin. Irish waitress, too. Had to get up at 5:00 the next morning, so I went home to bed relatively early.

Steph with the nice airport worker who took our picture.

And that's about it.

Maine was, as expected, a LOT like Washington. The rest of the gang were thinking about going on a half-day boat trip to look at seals and birds and stuff, but I didn't really want to spend $55 to do something I can do for free on Lopez. They ended up being all booked for the one day we could do it, anyhow, but I would have had to find some other way to occupy my time. Boston was hella expensive, but fun. I have never been in so many gift shops in my life. I read a lot.

Respectfully submitted,
Megan Coughlin

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