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The Cribstone Bridge

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When it’s a beautiful summer evening in Maine? You head to the coast for dinner… and since we hadn’t been there in a few years, we drove to Cooks Lobster and Ale House.

In order to get to the Island where it’s located, you drive over the world famous Cribstone Bridge.

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Why do I say world famous? Because it’s literally the only one in the world.

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Built in 1927 of stacked granite blocks held together by gravity alone, the unique design allows high tides and rough seas to pass through freely.

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It’s a marvel of engineering and has had only minor repairs since it’s construction nearly a century ago.

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We tend to take it for granted in these parts but it’s actually a major tourist attraction.

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Of course the beautiful coast of Harpswell and Orrs Island don’t hurt either.

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Quintessential Maine fishing villages. Small, rugged and built to last.

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Onward to the restaurant… past stacks and stacks of lobster traps.

To be continued.

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A scenic drive with the dead.

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Part of our leisurely drive down the coast last week included a cruise through Laurel Hill Cemetery.

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And while that might sound a little odd or off the beaten track..

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I assure you we weren’t the only ones. It’s a beautiful spot and very popular with walkers as well.

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I’ve always found cemeteries to be peaceful and serene places, and this one was simply gorgeous.

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Meticulously maintained…

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This section with perfectly trimmed hedges was especially nice.

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Did I mention the dearly departed have a water view?

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There were hundreds of fascinating old gravestones dating back to the 1700’s and a few modern memorials…. that to me, looked out of place.

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Some of the decorative iron fencing was fabulous. For when you really don’t like your neighbors… living or dead.

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Yes, if I lived closer…

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I’d be taking frequent strolls with the dearly departed.

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Resort hopping Part 2. The Mountain View Grand.

 

Hidden away in tiny Whitefield, New Hampshire is a gem.

 

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A sprawling hotel…

 

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Packed with old world charm.

Sadly they were renovating the front entrance when we visited so we had to sneak in the side.

 

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Look at those doors!

 

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Chess anyone?

 

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I’m a sucker for a good porch.

 

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And this one did not disappoint.

 

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I could happily plop here with a good book….

 

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A pitcher of margaritas…

 

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And never leave.

 

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Back inside, I checked out the wall of history…

 

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And some great old photographs…

 

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While the husband continued his “I shall pee everywhere I can in Western Maine and New Hampshire” challenge with an upscale rest room this time.

And speaking of rest rooms…

 

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Even I had to check out the pink marble in theirs.

But ooh la la…

 

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There were private sinks inside the ladies room stalls.

Is that some chic shit or what?

 

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Moving on through the lounge…

 

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We found a dining room… and the place where we would spend the next two hours.

 

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The bar.

 

 

Don’t look surprised, you knew it was coming.

 

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One Lemonflower Martini…

 

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One Cranberry Orange Margarita…

 

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And one Melon Margarita later…

 

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(Don’t judge me.

They had a 6 page cocktail list and tequila soaked cranberries…. I had to.)

 

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There were some crab cakes.

Some smiley face crab cakes… and yes, that was on purpose.

 

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Crab cakes weren’t supposed to be served that time of day, or at all in the tavern for that matter….. but when you make friends with the bartender?

Anything is possible.

 

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An afternoon well spent, we poured ourselves out the door.

 

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And lamented the fact we wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

 

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Even mid facelift..

She’s an elegant old broad.