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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

New Harbor

     This is special place for us.  It's where Durelle's Aunt Ruth and Uncle Gene Gardner had a summer cottage.  It was/is a three season cottage that is a hundred years old.  This year we dragged along John and Jackie Fare from the Moorings.  We stopped in Round Pond on Muscongus Bay to reminisce about buying lobsters and steamers here almost forty years ago.



     

      From Round Pond we wandered down route 32 through Bremen to Chamberlain where we paid a visit to Long Cove Point.  It is a narrow finger of land extending about a mile into Muscongus Bay.  There are about forty handsome old homes with a view of endlessly crashing surf.
     Across the cove is the "Landry cottage", as Durelle's Uncle Gene Gardner always called it.  It is still there in all its century old, primitive beauty.  



The view down to the cove is as beautiful as ever.  The Fares loved the place. 



     From there we wandered another mile south on route 32 to a fisherman's cooperative called Shaw's.  Soon we had covered our outside table with lobster rolls, steamed clams, a slab of rare grilled tuna, onion rings, fries and draft beer.  Thanks, John.  We could look down on the lobstermen unloading their catch.




     I have remarked before, and probably on these pages too, that this harbor is distinctive in that there is rarely a pleasure craft anchored here.  It's a harbor dedicated to working boats.  From New Harbor it is just a few miles to Pemaquid Point.  The lighthouse there is enough of an icon that it appears on the Maine quarter.



     This view from the ocean side shows the tower for the hanging weight that powered the bell striker.


     

The classic pictures are taken from down on the rocks at the tip of the point.  I've done that, but I decided not to trust my footing on this trip.


     The slippery rocks didn't bother John much, although Jackie declined to watch parts of his trip.


          After the time at Pemaquid Point, it was time to head home.  I offered a choice between two more icons: ice cream at the Round Top Creamery, est 1924; and some blueberry pie at Moody's Diner.  All agreed that we had eaten enough and we passed on both choices.  'Twas a very pleasant day.

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