“North to Alaska, North to—–” No Wait its Maine

Where we are and where we have been

On a bright sunny day we moved north through Rhode Island and Massachusetts into New Hampshire.  Thinking that we would again spend some time on a sandy beach, we turned off the highway to drive through the towns of Hampton, Hampton Beach, North Hampton etc.

There was a great state campground right on the beach just as we were coming into town, we checked, no dogs allowed even in the campground.  So on we when to investigate other places. These towns are midway between Boston and Portland, Maine, only about 50 miles either way.  Evidently everyone from both had taken a holiday and was enjoying a sunny beach weekend.  We squeezed through the narrow beach front roads, with hundreds of pedestrians pilling out from the stores onto the roadway, sauntering across to access the sand and surf. 

After scrapping by through the town, (pulling Pilgrim) we moved on to find something less commercial and less crowded.  Great beaches, just not for us. 

It was our goal to go to Maine, a place that neither of us had been, and since we had explored the far northwest, it was time to go to the far northeast.  From sea to shining sea, we did not make it as far north and east as you can go in the continental US, but did explore that northeastern state some. 

After a stop at the state welcome center, we located Apache Campground in Stanford, Maine, about 12 miles from the coast.

We took two nights. Apache CG is located on a lake with its own lake beach, canoeing, kayaking and fishing. It was very popular with people from the local states, with a number of “permanent” summer residents.

Again, everything was very soggy, even though it did not rain until the morning we were packing to leave, it appeared to have been recently flooded. 

From camp we drove through several southern Maine beach towns, York, Wells, Kennebunkport and others. 

We saw lots of beautiful homes along the beach, but missed George H. Bush’s home, since I understand that he was there, it would have been a mess of traffic, oh well.  One treat we tried was a local dish, lobster roll, it was ok, but not something I am longing to repeat. (this is similar to our dish but ours came with Lays Potato Chips)

We saw several official signpost directing to local businesses.  This was the funniest but least typical.

We have found that unlike Texas where all beach front is public land, along the Atlantic, most of it is private, with only smaller public access and limited parking even where there is access. That was a disappointment to us, but we still enjoyed the sights.  The sand may not be as white, but we will enjoy going to the beaches around Galveston, where you can be a good distance from your neighbor and can drive right out onto the sand. 

The part of Maine that we visited is beautiful, very wooded with lots of small lakes.  This seems to be a general description of much of New England, lots of wilderness areas, punctuated with small towns, rocky streams and lakes.

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