Exploring Maine, and especially driving up the coast is one of my all time favorite things to do. I love that you mark each step of the trip by crossing over the bridges in Bath and then Wiscasset (no traffic!) and the marshes that have their own unique landscape. Route 1 is dotted with silly tourist shops & restaurants, mom and pop convenience stores, farm stands and flea markets. When my friend Sarah invited me up to her family’s camp (cottage in Mainer terms) in Damariscotta for a bbq & spendover on Sunday, I consulted my spreadsheet, and realized two old friends, Hazel and Mike, lived down the peninsula about 10 miles in Round Pond. Although I’ve been to Damariscotta many times, I haven’t been down the road much further, so I was excited to cross another part of Maine off my list.
I wish I could translate the earthy the salty smell of driving down dirt roads in the summer on the coast. I arrived at their place set on 10 acres of beautiful meadow right down the road from the harbor and was greeted by Hazel, their 5 dogs (one a rescue from India that Hazel befriended on the street when she was in New Dehli being treated for Lyme disease), and a bunch of chickens. They are both artists and Mike is in the timberframe restoration business, so they moved an old carriage house from Gorham to the property and built this house. It is a true work of art down to the stairwell pantry, wood walls, each door, light fixture, tile, bed frame, woodstove and faucet. There is also an adorable guest cottage and gardens that are dreamy. Hazel made a delicious cherry pie and we sat around in their lovely home, caught up and chatted about the woes of home improvement and had a lovely stroll through the meadow.
Then off to Devlin’s for bbq and more old friends. The camp is on Biscay pond and holds a special place in my heart, because for many many years, she has opened up for friends to gather, swim (although this week has been remarkably cold and rainy), hang out, eat and drink. People come and go and her sister and family often pop down from up their camp road. The group of us that used to come up every summer when we lived in Portland is now spread out and we rarely see each other. I wasn’t totally sure who was going to be there when I arrived, but was elated to see Paul & Sherry up from NYC with their new baby Cooper; Jane and now walking and talking Oscar came down from Rockland; Darien & Valarie from Portland, Sara from Windham, and from Boston, Dev's sister Mary and her husband Mo, their kids Anya & Sabir and friend Lucy.