I just had a wonderful weekend in New Hampshire and Maine -- my first visit to Maine, which I somehow managed to miss when I was living in New England.
I flew up to Boston Friday evening and was picked up at the airport by my friend Tom, who lives in Portsmouth, NH. Tom is a great photographer, so Saturday morning we both took our cameras to see the a couple of lighthouses. The first was at Fort Constitution on New Castle Island. Here are a few view of that:
Leaving there to head to Maine, I got this photo of lobster boats:
We drove to Maine to get to the Cape Neddick Light, also known as the Nubble Lighthouse. As Maine was one of just five states I had left to visit, I was pretty excited!
The Nubble Lighthouse was really beautiful. It is on an island about 100 yards off Cape Neddick Point. Here I am by the pulley that carried supplies over to the island.
And more views of Nubble:
After leaving the Nubble, we stopped by the USS Albacore, a 1950s submarine that is now a submarine museum.
For lunch, we stopped by BG's BoatHouse, serving fresh seafood for its 36th season.
We sat out at the air-conditioned bar looking out over the water. (It was so so hot and humid!) I ordered the lobster roll and french fries. Delicious!
That night, we stopped by a local watering hole, the bar at Jitto's restaurant, then went to Ray's Fresh Seafood for dinner.
At Ray's, I got the special advertised on the sign outside -- two twin lobsters, one pound each, for $17.99. Ray's catches all of the lobster they serve.
After dinner, Tom and I walked outside, took pictures of the marsh and the sunset, and walked along the beach.
It was a great end to a great day, with an almost full moon.
Sunday morning we rode into downtown Portsmouth and saw the old historical houses at Strawberry Banke, a 10 acre museum dedicated to preserving history and telling the town's tale. There, I took a picture of the Daniel Webster house:
|Me at Strawberry Banke (photo by Tom Lazour)|
We walked around Prescott Park, enjoyed the harbor and the smell of salt air, then walked around downtown.
|Tom and I in Portsmouth|
This tree was planted in 1776, by a signer of the Declaration of Independence, after he returned home to Portsmouth from Philadelphia:
After walking a couple of miles, we stopped in an Irish Pub, Ri Ra, and grabbed a beer. The pub was made from an old bank -- lots of character, and a gorgeous domed, stained glass roof:
Just before we got to the car to head back, I saw a sign for a pub with a $4.99 lobster role (State Street Saloon). I of course had to have it, and it was probably the best $4.99 ever spent.
Leaving downtown Portsmouth, we went by the beach one last time, so I could stick my feet in the water. (It was a bit chilly - glad it was only my feet.)
Then, it was off to pack my things, grab the bus to Boston, and fly back to Atlanta.
Complete album of pics can be found here: