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Ogunquit Cliff Walk .. part 3.

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And we’re walking….

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Along one of the prettiest stretches of Maine coast.

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Many private homes line the Cliff Walk and while they all have stunning views, I can’t say I’d want a constant throng of tourists marching past my back door every day.

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A quick video to give you a feel for the place.

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When you near the end of the 1.25 mile stroll you enter Perkins Cove.

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Once a thriving artists colony…

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It now houses two waterfront restaurants and a large parking lot.

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We took advantage of the former, Jackie’s Too.

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Our table was perfect.

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The basil lemonade? To die for.

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Unfortunately the chowder was sub par. Creamy and clam filled, but completely bland and flavorless.

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Husband had tiny and completely over cooked soggy mussels while I fought my way through a husk filled Caesar salad with dried out grilled chicken. $112 later we vowed never to return… to eat. The bar had a great view and the cocktail was fabulous.

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Fueled up, we turned around and headed back to the Cliff Walk.

To be continued….

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Let’s play.

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Because we can all use a little levity.

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Living in the country probably gives me the advantage here, but you never know… some of you have backyard alligators and I can’t top that.

My list of chasers;

A chicken. Don’t laugh, they’re quick and vengeful little buggers.

A billy goat. I barely escaped with my posterior intact… although now that I think of it, a little less of that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

A skunk. Thankfully they don’t have very good eyesight … I lost him behind a shrub.

A mockingbird. Never underestimate the ferocity of this bird. He used to dive bomb our poor cat on a daily basis.

A snapping turtle. Granted I didn’t have to run very fast with this one, but those jaws can snap your finger like a twig.

A bat. Was he actually chasing me? I don’t know, but he was trapped in our house and I didn’t take the time to find out.

And finally, an elk who chased me around our car. I was photographing a herd in the Smoky Mountain National Park from a far off, safe distance when a lone female came up from behind and let her displeasure be known.

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I don’t recommend that experience.

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So how about it? Who’s been chasing you….

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What’s blooming?

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This week it’s rhododendrons.

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I’ve planted red and white but for some reason only the pink survives.

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I’d like a little color variation but the bumblebees don’t seem to mind.

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My stone wall bed is looking a little bare. Proof that no matter how many flowers you buy, it’s never enough.

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Out back, it’s Japanese iris time.

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They’re such a vibrant color it’s a shame they don’t last longer.

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Peonies are budding in the background and will be popping shortly.

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News you can’t use.

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Admit it, you look forward to these.

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And I thought our cat was spoiled. Geesh!

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New Yorkers are an inventive lot and will try to sell you almost anything. A Pier 17 rooftop? Sure, why not….

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I have never in my life wanted to play golf, until now.

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I should. I really should….

And because I’m thoughtful blogger who always thinks of her friends, you can as well.

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Cheers!

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Ogunquit Cliff Walk cont…

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This is the quintessential Maine coastline for scenic photography….

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And selfies.

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It is also one seriously beautiful stroll.

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With lots of access points to the beach below.

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If you’re willing to take the risk.

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Did I mention there were rocks? Over a mile of glorious rock filled shore.

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And a few weirdos up on the trail.

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This is a wild beach rose, they’re everywhere along the Maine coast and the cliff walk is lined with them. It must be wonderful when they’re in full bloom, but we were a tad early and only saw a few here and there.

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I could have easily plopped myself down on one these benches and spent the entire day.

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The mini lighthouse pops up out of nowhere…

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And the rocks?

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They soothe my soul.

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To be continued…

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A good movie and a disappointing meal.

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Getting my husband to a movie theater is a rarity these days. While I’d be happy to see a weekly film on the big screen my other half complains about the concession prices, the endless pre show commercials and God forbid he doesn’t get to sit in the back row. But last night I convinced him.

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And we saw what might turn out to be the largest grossing movie of all time. I’m not a huge Tom Cruise fan, but if you liked Top Gun you’ll love the sequel. The fighter jet aerial sequences are stunning and the movie does a nice job paying homage to the original. Val Kilmer makes a poignant appearance and the story line of Goose’s resentful son is well played. Granted the new beach football isn’t as good as the volleyball scene from decades past… but not much is. Overall Maverick brings it and even my theater cranky spouse was glad he went.

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Sadly we couldn’t say the same for J. R. Maxwells, the restaurant in Bath where we had dinner afterwards.

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I admit their cocktails were potent AF, one Cosmo and one margarita about did me in.

A loaf of homemade bread was a nice way to start.

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But it went downhill from there.

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My minuscule cup of clam chowder contained roughly 4 spoonfuls and my husband’s French Onion soup was weak and flavorless.

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The salad I didn’t photograph had some decent blue cheese dressing but the pan seared scallop carbonara that sounded wonderful turned out to be an anemic platter of bland goop. I often wonder if we’re too critical when it comes to eating out. We’ve added this place to our won’t ever return list… and that list is getting longer by the day.

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