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Sebasco Resort, Phippsburg, Maine

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Consisting of 450 oceanfront acres , there are ample opportunities for strolling.

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The resort itself spreads out in various areas with various types of buildings… and gives you a feeling of stepping back in time.

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Individual cottages straight out the 1950’s are across the road from modern condos.

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And everywhere you look there’s something photo worthy.

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The rugged Maine coast is on full display. No wide sandy beaches in this neck of the woods.

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The resort has their own cruise boat and offers scenic tours of the area.

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And naturally my husband had to strike up an hour long conversation with the boat’s captain.

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Ever spent the night in a lighthouse inspired suite? You can here.

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And it’s right across from a moonlit dancing lobster. What more could you want?

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Low tide.

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Another cottage.

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The cove.

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Ahhh…. Maine.

It never fails to lower my blood pressure.

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Rubber ducky….

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In life, mysteries abound.

And in my state? Sometimes they’re a little odd.

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The duck, as you may have heard, stands some 25 feet tall. It floats in the harbor off of Belfast, a tiny city midway up the Maine coast and south of Bangor, having apparently appeared bobbing in the water there under cover of darkness. As if to overemphasize the message of happy playfulness its creator clearly aims to project, it has the word “JOY” written in big block letters across its big yellow chest. Ropes attached to weights appear to be keeping it anchored in place, as gawkers in boats and along the shore stare at it in wonder. No one knows who put it there, and the mystery surrounding its sudden unannounced arrival has quickly been noticed by news outlets across the country.

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The yellow waterfowl emblazoned with the word “joy” appeared in Belfast Harbor over the weekend, and it’s a mystery who put it there.

Harbor Master Katherine Given told the Bangor Daily News that the 25-foot-tall duck doesn’t pose a navigational hazard, so there’s no rush to shoo it away. She added she heard rumors the duck floated from the town of Islesboro, south of Belfast.

“Everybody loves it,” Given said. “I have no idea who owns it, but it kind of fits Belfast. A lot of people want to keep it here.”

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I tried to get my husband to take a ride up there. But driving an hour and a half to take pictures of a giant rubber ducky was not high on his list of required weekend activities.

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But damn.

Talk about a missed opportunity.

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Mainers really hate Red’s.

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I stumbled on a rather odd Facebook group page the other day.

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And while I doubt I’ll join, I can appreciate the sentiment.

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Red’s Eats is a Wiscasset landmark, a popular tourist destination and a long running bone of contention for anyone who has to drive through the area. Locals laugh at the outta staters who stand on line for an hour for what is seriously sub par seafood. (And trust me, they’re all outta staters… no self respecting Mainer would pay $38 for a lobster roll.) But the reason behind the page and its flamboyant parade of finger waves are the atrocious traffic jams this silly little take out trailer produces. A drive through town that should take 3 minutes? Will sometimes take you 30.

So without further ado… I bring you the only appropriate thing to do should you happen to drive past Red’s Eats.

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Look! They even have tee shirts.

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P.S…. if you visit Maine and decide you have to try this universally loathed establishment? Please unfriend me first.

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Talk like a Mainer… part two.

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So you can understand what the natives are saying when you visit.

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When I first moved here I thought this was a ridiculous adjective. 43 years later? I still do.

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Never let a dubbah be responsible for the beer. No good can come from that.

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If you live in the back of beyond? Behind the puckerbrush, in bumblefuck Egypt? You live in the willywacks… and really can’t get there from heah.

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Who doesn’t want to visit that?

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Maine. Land of lobster, rugged coastal shores and more than a few quirky tourist attractions.

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Next time I’m in Bangor, I’m totally going to see that!

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A wall of sardine cutting scissors? Count me in!

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This is an oddity I’ve always meant to see, but never have.

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A concrete slab to keep her soul imprisoned? Mary sounds like my type of gal.

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I think I have to try it. Heck, I wiggle and wobble after a few margaritas…. we should get along fine.

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That’s trippy dude.

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The husband’s birthday was this month, and for the past decade I’ve been giving him experience gifts rather than material things…. because we all know the man has more than enough stuff. Over the years I’ve gifted him a trip to a spooky old hotel in the Poconos that felt like the Overlook in Stephen King’s The Shining…

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The place was huge!

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So huge I could never manage to get a shot of the entire thing in frame.  And we were literally the only guests.

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Room after room.

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Floor after floor.

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All to ourselves.

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I expected to see the twins every time we walked to our room. Uber creepy.

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I’ve given him beer making classes….

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Look at all those serious student faces.

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And seeing him stir an actual pot? Was well worth the student fee.

I even gave him  falconry training.

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That was awesome. If you ever have the chance, take it.

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They really are spectacular creatures.

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And hey, where else do you get to walk around with a bag of decapitated quails?

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But last year brought Covid and the romantic getaway to the coastal resort I chose was cancelled. This year? We didn’t go anywhere either so along with a few Marine Corps themed items and a handful of vintage Red Sox collectibles… I got him something for the man cave.

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Doesn’t look impressive you say?

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Trust me, it is.

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I’m imaging many alcohol induced oohs and ahs when we plop this baby on the bar.

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Sign me up.

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If we’re ever able to travel freely again? This might have to make my bucket list of go to now or die.

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What! I can sip the nectar of the Gods with one of their most glaring screw ups?

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I totally need to go.

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My most ardent hope is that they have a wombat. You know those guys let loose after a beer or two.

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I’m not sure standing in a pool with otters in a crate technically qualifies as swimming with an otter… but there may be wombats so I’ll over look the misleading description.

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There we go. The main attraction…. Chardonnay with sloths. These creatures move so slowly in the wild mold actually has time to grow on their fur.

If that’s not the very definition of my spirit animal, I don’t know what is.

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Spend the night in Hugh Hefner’s spaceship.

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No, I’m not kidding. Hugh Hefner used to own this.

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And now you can spend the night in it as well. Smoking jacket optional.

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I can’t say this would be my resort destination of choice.

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But it would definitely be different.

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Heck, that pillow alone is blog worthy.

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And the night time pics are pretty dramatic.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because Covid isn’t funny… but we still need to laugh.

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Guess the conspiracy theorists were right after all.

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For anyone who has ever been owned by a cat, you know this is true.

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If only…

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Geesh. How bad do you suppose it has to get?

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It’s been almost a year since we traveled.

A year! That just doesn’t seem possible.

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Okay, on second thought ….I guess we don’t have it so bad after all.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because I’m still here and still trying to find the humor in it.

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I remember climbing over seats into the back of our station wagon and sticking my feet out the rear window while my parents barreled down the Jersey Turnpike to the shore. How the hell did any of us survive to adulthood?

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This is why we’re not traveling. People be morons.

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Now if someone could just tell me how I can apply Dizzy Izzy…. my life will be complete.

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Good grief, I hope not. That will seriously impede my martini consumption.

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