We love craft beer, and we love discovering quirky new breweries. It’s a rapidly growing industry in Maine and we tend to take full advantage.
First stop on Sunday was Odd Alewives in Waldoboro.
An alewife is a fish.
And thankfully, there weren’t any in the beer.
This was a brand new, small batch brewery run out of a renovated 1850’s barn on a young couple’s farm.
It was literally on their front lawn.
And absolutely not motorcycle friendly. A steep gravel (not good!) driveway and a sloping parking lot is not what 2 wheels and 850lbs wants to find.
But the brewery was wonderful, with a lovely laid back vibe.
And the tasting room/bar was fun.
Of course my purist husband looked like this….
When he saw they had painted the old barn board floors….
But after a few samplings, he got over it.
We did flights and tried all they had on tap before choosing.
The Buzz and Blue were delightfully light and refreshing, while the Spell was deep and full bodied.
There was live folk music, and it really felt like you were just hanging at a friend’s house knocking back a few. I wanted to take my beer and walk around the farm gardens…. but I was out voted and we moved on to brewery #2.
Yeah, to hell with that.
Sunday found us blowing off some steam on 2 wheels.
We headed up the coast with some friends for a little scenery…
(And a lot of craft beer.)
First stop was East Boothbay and one of the best coastal roads around. There were a few too many tourists to make a great video… but you get the idea.
It really is a beautiful spot.
(Did I mention there was beer?)
Our friends are new Maine residents, so they really enjoyed the tour.
(And the beer)
Boothbay is oceanfront living at it’s best.
And it was perfect weather for riding.
(Not to mention beer)
Work continues on the garage, and the paper walls are still a nightmare.
The fact that it all has to be replaced with plywood means more time and money and work…
And my instruction to the husband to stop napping on the job was not well received.
We turned the corner and I had to say goodbye to my beautiful daisies.
Yeah, that was depressing.
But not as bad as the husband refusing to heed my advice to clean out the wood shed before he removed the panels…
And having cement blocks fall on his toes.
I tried not to snicker.
Really, I did.
So, the woodshed was left pretty much like this.
And progress was made elsewhere.
The siding doesn’t exactly match the house, but in this light, it’s pretty close.
And we’re getting there.
One wall at a time.
You have to hang out the window to trim it.
Maybe I should rephrase that….