... another look at one of Maine's favorite getaways
The first half of this photo display appeared in the August, 2010, issue of the Mirror. You can go there, once you have had your fill of our photos below, by clicking the link at the bottom of today's story.
Not everybody can manage the escape to Boothbay Harbor, for it is about 150 miles northeast of Boston -- not the easiest place to get to (considering today's traffic). But if you have the where-with-all, go there, for it is a place of magic, of beauty, and really superior things to eat. It is also a nice place to photograph boats and their reflections.
The main building of the Tugboat Inn has a marvelous view of Boothbay Harbor -- plus two wings jutting out into the harbor itself. The town is walking distance, but you have to stop to admire the old New England architecture that vies with the practical Maine fisherman's style of housing -- practical, warm, sensible. There is plenty of that in Boothbay.
A moody morning in Boothbay, at dawn. Foggy or not, it is a beautiful place to visit.
Rock walls define New England. Can you image a farmer 200 years ago, building this stone wall with just the help of a horse or oxen -- and maybe a couple of strapping youngsters? In the middle photo, the wind blows strong from off-shore -- or else the owner was making room to park his car. At the right, can you see the brand new, million-dollar house right there? No? Not yet? Well, wait a year, it'll come. Boothbay is a desirous place to relocate, if only for a summer home. In the winter you can go to Someplace Else.
You can bank on this -- fog bank, that is. That huge blanket of dense fog just rolled in off the ocean, and soon the sunlight went out. But not for long.
This is the edge of the Atlantic, near East Point, off Boothbay. Ten thousand years ago, this was covered with deep ice from earth's fourth ice age -- all of which go back a couple million years. Ice Ages come and go with some regularity, these days.
The bedrock you see here is probably as old as the earth itself, but has been boiled, broiled, oven baked and thoroughly masticated from its original form. The white streaks you see came from limestone, which formed from the carcasses of sealife hundreds of million years ago. Yes, the rust is from iron that came from, where? Space?
We spotted a live chestnut tree in Boothbay -- we know them from our childhood in New Jersey. Now they are all but extinct, although there is an active movement to save the chestnuts. I'm not too sure about New Jersey.
On a point of land, protected by shoals from the rolling seas, is the little fishing town of Newagen, just south of Boothbay. It is yet another poetic place to visit.
A bad-weather tug, a patriotic Fourth of July fire hydrant 'way out by Newagen, and (we estimate) 150 lobsters being delivered to Robinson's Wharf restaurant. Not to discourage anyone, but we are used to paying $25 for a 1.5-lb lobster, cooked and served with melted butter and rudimentary tools. In Maine, yet.
This is a look at dawn, in Boothbay Harbor. The sun just rose, breaking through a huge hole in the fog bank, and painting our world with color and light. Such beauty exists both from nature, here in Boothbay, and from the proper machinations of man.
There is a magic place called the "Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens", on the Boothbay peninsula, containing acres of beautiful plants, miles of woodland trails, a nice visitor center with gift shop and a changing display of artwork. At the right is another guest at the Tugboat Inn, who rather resembles the former governor of Alaska, Sarah Palin. What do you think?
... finally ...
And finally, we have a major endorsement of Maine's coast (this happens to be in Kennebunkport, on the way to Boothbay): It is the summer home of Texan George Bush, former President of the United States. Not the younger George, but the older one -- the one who jumps out of airplanes.
This is the link to the August, '10 issue, leading you to
Don's earlier article on Boothbay Harbor. If you enjoyed the photos and stories we bring to you, write to us, please: email@example.com
September 3, 2010