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The Cribstone Bridge

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When it’s a beautiful summer evening in Maine? You head to the coast for dinner… and since we hadn’t been there in a few years, we drove to Cooks Lobster and Ale House.

In order to get to the Island where it’s located, you drive over the world famous Cribstone Bridge.

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Why do I say world famous? Because it’s literally the only one in the world.

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Built in 1927 of stacked granite blocks held together by gravity alone, the unique design allows high tides and rough seas to pass through freely.

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It’s a marvel of engineering and has had only minor repairs since it’s construction nearly a century ago.

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We tend to take it for granted in these parts but it’s actually a major tourist attraction.

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Of course the beautiful coast of Harpswell and Orrs Island don’t hurt either.

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Quintessential Maine fishing villages. Small, rugged and built to last.

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Onward to the restaurant… past stacks and stacks of lobster traps.

To be continued.

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One brave baby.

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One brave little chucker ventured out from under the barn to have a nosh with his mother.

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Okay, he stayed quite close to momma…

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But he’s still the only one we’ve seen out in the open.

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They’re silly critters at this age.

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And he was having a blast scampering all over the rock wall.

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There’s a big wide world out there to explore little guy….

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Enjoy!

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Meanwhile at Casa River…

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What’s happening here? We finally got some rain and….

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‘Shrooms.

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Giant ass ‘shrooms are happening here…

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Like this one the husband brought in the other day.

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Dead mice are also happening. And while part of me is sad it had to come to this…. the other part remembers having her car towed to the mechanic 3 times in one month because mice were nesting in the engine and chewing their way out. So dead mice? Yay.

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They make me smile.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He’d much rather I ditch the poison and let the live ones in the house.

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Talk like a Mainer… part two.

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So you can understand what the natives are saying when you visit.

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When I first moved here I thought this was a ridiculous adjective. 43 years later? I still do.

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Never let a dubbah be responsible for the beer. No good can come from that.

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If you live in the back of beyond? Behind the puckerbrush, in bumblefuck Egypt? You live in the willywacks… and really can’t get there from heah.

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Things I’ll never need.

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I can honestly say I will never need a Russian pickle puff.

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But I suppose it’s good to know they exist all the same.

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Shark slippers? I’m sure they’re great for scaring the crap out of sand crabs, but no.

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Do I need to drink my cocktails out of a bird’s ass?

I most assuredly do not.

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And if I don’t need a bird ass cocktail delivery system? I certainly don’t need an egg laying one. Trust me, this will not relieve my stress.

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What’s blooming?

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Peonies!

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For a dramatic pop of color you can’t beat them.

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And the scent? Ooh la la.

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I fill our home with vases every summer and it’s positively glorious.

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If you’ve never planted one, they can be a little tricky to get started… but so worth the effort.

In other garden news…

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My rose is starting to put on a show.

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The blooms almost look painted.

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And after a few teaspoons of fertilizer and a good soaking with the hose?

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More blossoms than I can count.

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Yes, it’s a beautiful time of year.

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I love my town…

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You never know what serious news stories will be discussed on my town’s Facebook page. The economy? Yes. Climate change? Sure. But I live in Maine…. so likely as not? It will be this:

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Bear poop beats the G-7 Summit any day.

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The conversation got heated and had to be removed by admin. We take our poo identification seriously up here.

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Now that’s my kind of neighbors.

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Someone is selling peony blossoms for $3 a pop?

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Woot!

I’m going to be rich.

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I’ve read that the cost of rental cars had gone up, but $3,000 for a week?

That’s beyond insane.

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