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Porters Preserve part two.

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The whole time we were exploring this area we met two other people on the trail.

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Talk about a hidden gem.

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Shame the wild raspberries weren’t quite ready.

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Now that’s my kind of conference room.

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It always surprises me how many beautiful little places there are like this along our coast. I’ve lived in Maine since I was 15 and never knew this existed.

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Another trail lead to a sweet little private beach.

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Hey, it’s Maine. If there’s 3 feet of sand? We call it a beach.

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Ending the hike, we took the final trail back to the parking lot.

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Where there was a wonderful old cemetery. I love exploring those and had just found a headstone from 1837 when I noticed the webs.

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Webs full of squirming worms that could have been the dreaded brown tail moth. No way I was rubbing up against those bad boys again.

Back in the car, there was only one thing left to do to make the day complete. A meal at our favorite Boothbay Harbor restaurant, the Boathouse Bistro.

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It’s not on the water, and the decor might leave a little to be desired but it has the best food around hands down. Spicy Cajun grilled shrimp and veggies on cheesy grits for me.

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And a perfectly cooked filet mignon with herbed truffle butter for the husband.

Life is good.

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Porters Preserve

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Another beautiful summer day in Maine meant another walk along the coast.

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This time we headed to the Boothbay region to a little speck on Barters Island called Porters Preserve.

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23 acres of prime property generously donated to the land trust by the Porter family. It’s a little known, out of the way, peaceful haven of wooded trails and rocky coastline.

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The minute we hit the trail? I knew I should have doused myself in bug spray before entering. The black flies were swarming and before long I was scratching like a flea bitten dog.

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We meandered through a few wooded paths…

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And then found the shore.

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So pretty. So quiet. Give me a good book and a glass of iced tea? I’d be happy all day.

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We walked out onto a pier and a float that clearly belonged to someone …

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As it was stacked with new lobster traps.

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But there wasn’t a soul in sight…. which is just the way I like it.

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To be continued…

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