Okay….
Maybe only people in Maine can actually use this news.
But look…
The guy reporting it helpfully put his foot in the frame for size comparison.
Well…
I beg to differ.
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I love my town…. Part 6.
Time for an update on the stories making the news on my town’s Facebook page.
Traffic jams are awful, no two ways about it…..
But in my town?
They’re not always bumper to bumper.
And then there was this:
No, damn it! I did not.
We’ve lived here over 17 years and the only moose I’ve seen was a dead one on I-95.
Trotting right down Main Street?
Another missed opportunity.
And finally, there was this:
My first thought was the zombie fish apocalypse had begun… and I started to get a little nervous.
But it turns out a bald eagle was fishing the river, dropped his sturgeon while flying and decided to munch on it in situ.
Because the thought of zombie fish taking over my blog?
Not cool.
Random ridiculousness.
I live in Maine.
We have terrible roads due to the high water content underneath and a never ending cycle of freezing and melting.
Frost heave is a separate season here….
And the potholes can be large enough to swallow your car.
So this made me chuckle the other day….
Mainers.
We’re an odd bunch.
With funny license plates.
I also ran across a strange product:
Are slipping nerd glasses really that much of a problem?
Apparently it is.
And speaking of ice….
Oh, we weren’t talking about ice? Well, I am now.
We had ice this year.
Lots and lots of ice.
The shovel the snow off the driveway, watch your feet slide out from under you and land smack on your ass kind of ice.
Everything was covered in sheets of ice for weeks on end.
Of course this made for some pretty fabulous icicles.
On the garage, they started out small.
But then they grew.
Which made getting in and out of the garage rather perilous.
Did I mention this was the section of the garage I was nagging the husband to put a new gutter on all last summer and fall?
Maybe now he knows why.
The one thing you definitely don’t want to see in the winter in Maine.
Even with the milder winters we’re having, we still see our fair share of snow, ice, and sleet. But temperatures are warming and we’re not seeing those epic dumps of the white stuff like we used to.
This used to be a normal February.
Tunneling was a way of life.
Now? We get a few inches and it melts.
Then it freezes.
I am so done with ice.
Yes, it’s pretty.
But when walking to the mailbox means you might slip, fall and crack a rib?
You can have it.
Give me a foot of snow over pretty shining crystals any day.
And with all that snow, melting and ice?
This –
A leak in the roof.
And what looks like an expensive repair to the ceiling.
It’s the worst possible time of year for it.
So from now until spring, when we can get it fixed, I’m going to cringe every time it rains.
Good times.
Elizabethan Gardens… Manteo, Outer Banks North Carolina
Next up on our Outer Banks day trip? The Elizabethan Gardens in Manteo.
But first?
Some rocks…
You’re welcome.
From Nags Head to Manteo?
Scenery.
Scenery from a bridge.
More scenery.
How’s that for detailed description?
The Gardens were recommended to us as a must stop… so we did. Even though it was off season and very little was blooming.
Gardens without flowers? Let’s go!
It was a pretty spot… with lots of different areas to explore.
They were in the middle of their annual Christmas light show….
So of course we went in the middle of the day when the sun was shining.
There was an impressive set of gates.
Neatly trimmed boxwoods…
And Queen Elizabeth I.
There were paths with balls…
And paths with statues.
And some extremely large butterflies.
Funky Christmas lights were everywhere.
And I’m sure it would have been quite pretty….
Had we been there at night.
Okaaaay.
Not sure what that was all about, but I don’t like peas either….. so, huzzah!
There was a lonely ruin of something.
And a man shivering in the cold wind.
Oh, wait. That’s the husband…. I didn’t recognize him from the front.
There were fountains.
And ass ends of statues.
Surrounded by tightly trimmed bushes.
Stop snickering…. I know where your mind went.
There were creepy garden gnomes.
And an indoor butterfly garden…
With no butterflies.
But plenty of fluffy gnomes.
Garden path U turns…
And yay!
Finally something was blooming.
There were also the type of Christmas decorations you only see down south.
Wouldn’t be much point of laying these on the ground up my way.
But there was an impressive old tree.
And yes, I do mean old.
Now that’s a senior citizen!
More paths…
More decorations….
A courtyard….
A gift shop….
And a fellow with a wilder hairdo than me after the windy pier.
By this time we’d looped back around to the beginning.
But not before we learned a few things…
About bees.
In case you’re wondering, Maine’s state insect is also the honeybee. Although we designated it as such in 1975.
Long live the bee!
And plagiarism apparently.
If you shovel… they will come.
With apologies to Kevin Costner….
I’m talking about the deer.
When snow covers the ground and grass is hard to find?
Shoveling a path is a sure way to attract a crowd.
Or a herd, as the case may be.
We were really glad to see our resident 12 point buck survived hunting season.
And visits daily with his harem.
Of course he also chases them away when the treats run low.
Cheeky bugger.
Here’s a little clip in between snow storms.
White Mountains trip Day 6.. shopping and scenery.
Bethel is a lovely little mountain village with some quirky shops.
With a heavy accent on the Yeti for some reason.
We stopped in a gallery….
Filled with local artists…
Moose…
And numerous paintings of vegetables.
Thanks, but I prefer them on my plate… not my walls.
Heading out of town we passed a gorgeous old Victorian.
And a stately old colonial.
A home like that would be my dream… that, and enough money to buy one of those grand old dames and update their interiors.
New houses have no charm.
We cruised along enjoying the scenery…
And the views.
Damn, could you imagine having that for your back yard?
Not too shabby.
A little farther down the road the husband spotted some new construction and turned in to check them out.
By the look of the views? I knew we couldn’t afford it.
The properties were a good size.
With special attention paid to make sure no home blocked another’s view.
So if I win the lottery?
Look for me living here in the autumn.
Number 15 looks just fine…
We have a version of this sign over our way, so it tickled me to see one in the mountains.
Yes, those really are all the names of Maine towns.
Day 6 done, we headed back to our resort for dinner at Camp.
I liked the upscale rustic theme…
Sitting under a lighted canoe…
And a yummy salt brined citrus roasted chicken dinner.
White Mountains trip Day 6… The Bethel Inn.
After the rock museum we headed over to the Bethel Inn, which everyone we’d talked to had recommended for lunch.
It was a beautiful old building.
And I thought, oh yes… this will be good.
We headed inside…
And didn’t see a soul.
We wandered around…
Found a replica of the giant snowman Bethel is famous for…
An empty indoor dining room…
An empty outdoor dining room…
Another empty indoor dining room…
A gazebo…. and finally a person.
She told us because it was technically off season, none of the restaurants were open that day. But please go downstairs and check out the wonderful pub.
Oh, sure.
You mean the one where we can’t get anything to eat or drink?
Thanks.
We’d love to…
With further discussion we discovered this inn was on our timeshare list and we could stay in one of their condos.
Which would be great.
As long as I remember to book in season… when they can feed us.
P.S. food people….
I want credit for this post. I tried to have lunch!
White Mountains trip, Day 4. Mother Walker Falls
Never let it be said I’m not up for a good waterfall.
Sadly, this Mother wasn’t.
It sounded promising, so we headed down.
And while it was a pretty spot, I didn’t see a whole lot falling.
Oh, there were stacked rocks.
And precariously balanced rocks…
But even when we followed the sound of running water, there wasn’t much falling.
I’m sure it’s much more impressive in the spring.
But we still enjoyed the walk, the day, and…
The rocks.
A scenic drive…
Some foliage…
Some mountains…
And a lovely old bed and breakfast later….
We followed someone’s advice and stopped for a meal at the Sudbury Inn in Bethel.
Tucked away out back, down some dark steps… we found what I can only describe as the local dive bar.
Local workmen at the bar (shooting us disgusted looks) and slumming prep school students from Gould Academy made up the clientele. Uncomfortable chairs, spotty silverware and a disinterested (borderline surly) bartender/waiter… who made us wait longer than he had to… made us question why we were there.
But despite the business card decorated ceiling and questionable decor…
There was surprisingly good food and at least 2 dozen beers on tap.
Mr. Personality even accommodated the husband’s preference for grilled chicken with his chicken parm.
Which just goes to show you can’t judge a bar if you’re from out of town…. or something like that.
Our 4th day ended at our resort with us walking past the strange carved bear out front.
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was praying for new carpet.
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