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…
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.