The Ocean in Maine during the month of May has a cool salty onshore breeze.
The breeze fills your lungs quenching the heat of stop and go traffic you just left behind.
Rally goers find hilly wooded nooks to pitch a tent. Windblown cedars struggle to push
out of gravel soils. Tide waters surround and envelop rough rock outcrops that jut above
the hypnotic lapping waves. Beach sand blows, filling voids just large enough for an
ultralight tent. This multi generation private island campground has restricted access
for the rally. Trucks with blue barrels of salted lobster bait roll past the showers
and on to a private working wharf. Groups gather in screened comfort next to the
Kelp Shed’s stone fireplace. Find Canadian friends from three Provinces chatting
at picnic tables. Individuals find solace in the silence getting lost in the button brush
that holds sand from blowing away.
Leave the rally for a day trip and find Billy Joel’s DownEast. Double and single lane
asphalt ribbons carry you first to Bailey and on to Orr Island. Take a bar seat at Cook’s
Lobster house and put yourself into your own VISA commercial. Lobster boats swing with
the tides hooked to moorings. Inside the helmet you ask yourself: “Is this a painting?”.
A lunch stop must is the Winnegance General Store. Raw oysters on the half shell are farm raised in brackish river water. The result, the most gentle salty essence that matches the breeze. A cup of the owner’s seafood chowder will not cut it, go for the bowl. Made fresh with each order this award winning chowder brings down the house. https://winnegancegeneralstore.wordpress.com/ The breeze fills your lungs quenching the heat of stop and go traffic you just left behind.
Rally goers find hilly wooded nooks to pitch a tent. Windblown cedars struggle to push
out of gravel soils. Tide waters surround and envelop rough rock outcrops that jut above
the hypnotic lapping waves. Beach sand blows, filling voids just large enough for an
ultralight tent. This multi generation private island campground has restricted access
for the rally. Trucks with blue barrels of salted lobster bait roll past the showers
and on to a private working wharf. Groups gather in screened comfort next to the
Kelp Shed’s stone fireplace. Find Canadian friends from three Provinces chatting
at picnic tables. Individuals find solace in the silence getting lost in the button brush
that holds sand from blowing away.
Leave the rally for a day trip and find Billy Joel’s DownEast. Double and single lane
asphalt ribbons carry you first to Bailey and on to Orr Island. Take a bar seat at Cook’s
Lobster house and put yourself into your own VISA commercial. Lobster boats swing with
the tides hooked to moorings. Inside the helmet you ask yourself: “Is this a painting?”.
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| Iron John |
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| Rossier and Poached Brook Trout |
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| Facing South 12 Joes Head, Hermit Island |
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| The Ripton Hermit and Sandy Marincic at Winnegance General |
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