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The little guys are on the move.
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And damn it, they’re adorable.
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One little fellow loves the wagon wheels and uses them like a jungle gym.
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Momma isn’t a doting parent and I’ve actually watched her steal apple slices from junior.
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I know people dislike them and yes, they can be destructive… but thankfully they’ve never wreaked havoc here other than a few holes.
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Maybe they’re being nice and paying us back for the daily treats.
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As much as I hated the coastal stroll to end, we neared the end of our cliff walk loop.
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That’s Wells beach, one of the longest sandy stretches in Maine.
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I grabbed a few more photos….
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And gloried in the final few feet.
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If you’re ever up this way, please visit. It really is spectacular.
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The turn towards town.
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One more hotel and you’re there.
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Where you’ll probably have to walk another half a mile to find your car.
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It’s amazing how many different things you see when you turn around and head back the same path.
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Beautiful coastline walking south, beautiful coastline walking north. It never gets old.
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Wish I could say the same for my hairdo which was looking a bit worse for wear after battling the constant wind.
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Sparse lone trees.
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Craggy, rock filled shores.
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Oceanfront backyards.
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One desecration of nature, because humans can’t help being destructive.
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The Atlantic Ocean.
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Strategically placed benches.
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The Cliff Walk has it all.
To be continued….
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I’ve never understood why my calendar thinks the animals it features are sad. Weird and quirky beats cute and cuddly any day of the week in my book.
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Resting in clouds sounds pretty effing fabulous to me.
It’s the only bird that is known to intentionally enter into a cloud,” Weimerskirch says. And not just any cloud — a fluffy, white cumulus cloud. Over the ocean, these clouds tend to form in places where warm air rises from the sea surface. The birds hitch a ride on the updraft, all the way up to the top of the cloud.
A veritable frigate bird roller coaster.
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I’m giving this drawing an A- for likeness to the real thing.
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They’re a little off on the tail and overall color, but all things considered it’s pretty damn close.
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And we’re walking….
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Along one of the prettiest stretches of Maine coast.
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Many private homes line the Cliff Walk and while they all have stunning views, I can’t say I’d want a constant throng of tourists marching past my back door every day.
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A quick video to give you a feel for the place.
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When you near the end of the 1.25 mile stroll you enter Perkins Cove.
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Once a thriving artists colony…
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It now houses two waterfront restaurants and a large parking lot.
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We took advantage of the former, Jackie’s Too.
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Our table was perfect.
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The basil lemonade? To die for.
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Unfortunately the chowder was sub par. Creamy and clam filled, but completely bland and flavorless.
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Husband had tiny and completely over cooked soggy mussels while I fought my way through a husk filled Caesar salad with dried out grilled chicken. $112 later we vowed never to return… to eat. The bar had a great view and the cocktail was fabulous.
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Fueled up, we turned around and headed back to the Cliff Walk.
To be continued….
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Admit it, you look forward to these.
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And I thought our cat was spoiled. Geesh!
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New Yorkers are an inventive lot and will try to sell you almost anything. A Pier 17 rooftop? Sure, why not….
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I have never in my life wanted to play golf, until now.
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I should. I really should….
And because I’m thoughtful blogger who always thinks of her friends, you can as well.
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Cheers!
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This is the quintessential Maine coastline for scenic photography….
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And selfies.
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It is also one seriously beautiful stroll.
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With lots of access points to the beach below.
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If you’re willing to take the risk.
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Did I mention there were rocks? Over a mile of glorious rock filled shore.
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And a few weirdos up on the trail.
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This is a wild beach rose, they’re everywhere along the Maine coast and the cliff walk is lined with them. It must be wonderful when they’re in full bloom, but we were a tad early and only saw a few here and there.
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I could have easily plopped myself down on one these benches and spent the entire day.
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The mini lighthouse pops up out of nowhere…
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And the rocks?
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They soothe my soul.
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To be continued…
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Hidden in the lilac bush, an annual spring visitor.
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The brightly colored Baltimore Oriole.
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I make sure to put out the special feeder containing orange halves and grape jelly when I spot my first flash of orange. Keep them happy and they’ll stay about a month before heading farther north.
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Make sure it’s the Ogunquit Cliff Walk. There’s no better way to leisurely experience the Maine coast and you’ll get some exercise to boot. A definite win win.
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The 1.25 mile walk starts alongside a waterfront hotel with pristine fencing and gardens.
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Turn the corner, and the Atlantic Ocean beckons.
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Maine isn’t known for large resorts, we’re more of a bed and breakfast state, but the Anchorage By the Sea is well named.
You can’t get much closer to the ocean than that.
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Most of Maine’s beaches are rocky, but Wells… the neighboring town… has plenty of sand.
The Cliff Walk is fully paved and easy to traverse…. and did I mention there are rocks?
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When you marry a billy goat like my husband, rocks are never left unexplored.
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I can’t say enough good things about the beauty of this place and it’s hardly a surprise Ogunquit was an artist colony at the turn of the 20th century.
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Nature is a wonderous thing…. but sometimes she struggles to survive.
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Shame we need to be reminded of that…
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There are numerous memorial benches scattered here and there along the path…
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Perfect spots for quiet reflection and contemplation.
To be continued…
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As seen on Route 1 in Arundal, Maine last week.
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A 1936 Studebaker with rumble seat passengers.
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How fun is that!
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