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The following morning, we continued up route 1 to the
delightful sleepy town of Bath.
It's 18 miles from the Atlantic Ocean but boats use the
deep Kennebec River and have done since 1607. |
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I just love the way streets are called simply High
Street, Centre Street and Front Street. It is so sensible!
We Old Englanders could learn a thing or two. |
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This tells you all about the handsome clock
above. |
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Just a pleasant Saturday morning in a Bath,
New England. |
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The temperature shown on the thermometer
shows a healthy 60 deg F at coffee time. |
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Looking up the main street, one cannot miss
what is the tallest crane on the east coast of America., some 400 feet high. |
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Onward over the bridge shown above, to Wiscasset. The
Indian name means ';coming out of the harbour but you don't see where.' |
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Some pretty little antique shops and museums. I only 'do'
museums when it rains. Little did we know how it was to rain later in our
trip! |
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This bridge was to take us out of Wiscasset
towards Damariscotta. |
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Which looks a bit like this. |
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Described as attractive and unpretentious, it was a good
place for a caffeine break. |
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Like small town communities world wide, it has its own
local newspaper. Ours is called the Cowbridge Gem. |
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Fire Hydrants do a good foreground (to a
picture) make! |
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An interesting combination of ancient and
modern here, the eagle and an ATM. |
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some very fresh lobsters here.
and their captors.
Lobsters thrive in the clean, cold water and over 17 million
pounds of this delicious seafood are harvested in New England each year. |
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More lobsters leaving their salty home. |
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Dun sailing. |
