Today, Saturday, had the flavor of the end of the season. We (the Roths, Dunns and the Cloutiers) all leave Monday, but today had the flavor of good-bye. It was an interesting day. We drove down to Lincolnville Beach (thanks again, Dick) to visit the Whale Tooth Pub and an artisans shop. We have driven through Lincolnville Beach dozens of times, but this is the first time we have stopped to eat there. There are several reputable restaurants, but we chose the pub. It was a good choice. Six out of six folks proclaimed it a success. What was particularly interesting was the choices. There were more pub options than seafood options. We had four shephard's pies, a steak and ale pie and a haddock sandwich. The grilled tomato soup was outstanding. On the way back we did a little bit of "mudlarking" whereby we drove down into some of the private neighborhoods along the shoreline. When we got back, it was almost time for happy hour. As an indication of the season I went back to the bus and put on a flannel shirt. There were no snacks, just a quiet appreciation of the Maine shore. Because there was no food at our happy hour, Belle got to attend. Bernie took her for a walk. He needs a dog.
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