Wiscasset

     Durelle has a 94 year old dear friend, Estelle Anderson who, with her daughter Karen, spends the summer in a camping trailer in Wells, ME. She's the lady who carried infant Durelle across the threshold when she came home from the hospital. She also baked our wedding cake AND a replica for our 50th anniversary! Since Wiscasset is almost exactly halfway between Wells and Belfast, we have traditionally met for lunch there. The restaurant of choice had always been Le Garage, but it closed after forty years as the owners have yet to find a buyer. We would be travelling with the Roths and we jointly settled on the Montsweag Roadhouse as an alternative.

     I had some local oysters on the half shell that had been delivered just before we got there. They were the sweetest, briniest oysters I have had in a long time. Among us we also had Reubens, hadddock sandwiches and extra skinny onion rings.

     On the way back we avoided the congestion of Camden by leaving route 1 in Waldoboro, taking 235 to Union, 131 to Searsmont and route 3 and thus back to Belfast. Along 131 is an iconic photo op of a red barn and green fields. I sent a copy of the picture to Jackie Fare, my favorite blog-stalker, who tweaked it and sent it back. Below is her version of the picture.

   

     I hope you enjoy the picture as much as I do. And, yes, we did get back in time for happy hour. Thanks to Joe and Rich for dog sitting.