fisherman’s walk | River's world…..

If you remember… my husband and I started our coastal trek searching for Fisherman’s Walk which I thought was entirely too short. As we finished the York Cliff Walk and headed back to our car we realized the walk was too short because we’d literally started in the middle of it.

These trails are not well marked and it wouldn’t surprise me to find locals sitting on their porches laughing at the tourist’s confusion. Winters are long, we have to get our jollies somewhere.

Onward…

Not knowing what to expect around the next corner we almost missed the path as it goes right in front of someone’s house.

Around the bend, a boardwalk.

And past that a causeway.

That leads to a nature preserve.

It was a lovely section.

And we really picked a perfect day to do it. Clear blue skies and temperatures in the low 70’s.

At the end of the causeway was a locally famous bridge.

A famous, and as it turns out aptly named bridge.

To be continued….

Still working my way down the There are so many wonderful places to see in Maine I fear I won’t live long enough bucket list… we headed south to York.

Fisherman’s Walk is beautiful… but let me tell you it’s not easy to find. Punching the address in GPS brought us to someone’s private driveway. Backing up, we turned around multiple times, then turned around some more…. searching in vain for signage. How bad was it? The husband was so frustrated he stopped and asked a stranger.

Trust me, that’s bad!

The local man pointed us down a hill but said we couldn’t park there. Of course not, that would have been too easy. Turning around again, we found parking, but it was permitted for residents only. By this time my husband had lost all enthusiasm for the experience, but I do not admit defeat easily. Circling around again scored us a free spot… and vindication for me. Though we still had to hike back up a hill and down another hill to find what we’d come to see.

A scenic coastal walking path.

Make that a poop free scenic coastal walking path. My very favorite kind.

Lobster boats were plentiful.

And look…

Now that we were actually on the path?

A sign for the path.

Never let it be said the state of Maine doesn’t have a sense of humor.

I didn’t know what to expect, so the chances of being disappointed were slim.

But it was a gloriously cool sunny day, so off we went.

Past private piers…

And hilltop homes.

And then? Nothing.

It ended.

We had driven an hour and a half for a 3 minute walk and I was getting some serious stink eye from my spouse.

Refusing to believe it, I kept walking. Past a high fence. Across a road. By a marina. Across another road. Past some tennis courts. Through a parking lot. Until I found…