Paul, Chef Salika, and the Grove guy
finally opened his farmers market to rave reviews.
Dozens of happy vendors were hawking everything from pizza to pea tendrils.
Julie and Francesca met a local
who has his own cheese cave!
A block away the Shriners were putting on a bizarre parade. For almost hour fez-topped white coats
I guess it's their King Mango Strut.
I’ll be devoting an entire blog the Fez Boyz soon.
The next morning, I wandered down to the town’s marina where members of the Belfast Boating Club invited me to join them. We climbed into these 32' Cornish gigs and rowed out to sea.
It was mesmerizing to be gliding through the fog, pulling oars to the coxswain's cadence.
After all the Belfast excitement we were ready for the quiet life. We fled to this beautiful cottage on Lake Damariscotta.
(It is listed on Airbnb at www.airbnb.com/rooms/16630159 . For the price of a cheap motel room in Miami you can bunk you and your six kids here for a week or more)
Afterwards we gathered around a quiet shoreline fire. A mink paddled by as an eagle flew overhead. Poor Maineiacs. They have to put up with all that.
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End of the day, Lake Demariscotta (The sharpie was built at the Barnacle by South Miami HS students and park volunteers)
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