scallops | River's world…..

It was a lovely drive along the coast…

And though I would have loved to stop and snap some photos, the husband was hungry… so you’ll have to make do with a few quick shots from the car.

Here’s the famous Cribstone Bridge.

And as you’ve probably guessed, lobster reigns supreme.

This was our destination, Cooks Lobster and Ale House.

A local landmark built in 1955 on a long spit of land with panoramic water views. Popular with locals and tourists alike (although we locals don’t appreciate the tourist prices) it’s a no fuss, traditionally rustic waterfront restaurant.

But what it lacks in decor? It makes up in scenic vistas. The view from our table was pretty sweet.

The cocktails are potent.

And two Cosmopolitans were all I could handle if I wanted to remain upright.

Pardon the fuzzy pic, it was taken through a screen.

The food is simple but delicious. Caesar salad (with the most amazing homemade herb butter croutons evah!) for me, a tasty French onion soup for my other half.

Perfectly cooked lightly battered fried sea scallops for me….

And lazy lobster for my rat bastard husband who ate it in front of me without feeling the least bit guilty. (I came up allergic 7 years ago and can no longer consume the delicious crustaceans without becoming seriously ill. 😩)

Dessert? Of course it was blueberry pie. And as we waddled out to the car… we stopped for a moment to take in the beauty.

And realized the husband might have backed up a bit too far upon arrival.

Maine rocks. They’re unforgiving little devils.

The tickets we purchased at the Plantation were actually in 3 parts. The site itself, a grist mill off site and a replica of the Mayflower down at the harbor. Three different locations for one price, how could we lose?

Apparently very easily as it turns out….because after we bought them, we found out the replica Mayflower wasn’t even in the state, but in Mystic, Connecticut undergoing an overhaul for the 400th year anniversary they’ll be celebrating next year. Thanks for that. It would have been nice knowing before I paid to tour it.

And the grist mill?

While attractive…

Turned out not to be so historic after all.

Yes, the Pilgrims eventually built a mill in 1636 after 10 years of grinding corn by hand. And yes, it was somewhere on Town Brook in Plymouth, though no one knows exactly where.

The mill pictured here was actually built in 1970 with many of it’s parts coming from a salvaged mill near Philly. How’s that for historical accuracy?

But we paid our money so here it is… upstairs, big stones.

And downstairs, big wheel. I won’t bore you with the more technical details on the inner workings.

But I will share the picture and video of this poor girl sifting cornmeal. The mere thought of having to do that all day makes me appreciate the little blue Jiffy box I use to make muffins soooo much more.