The trip wasn't uneventful. However, this time it wasn't lobster pots. It was the sighting of a fin back whale crossing immediately in front of our bow. By the time Beth got her camera out the whale surfaced, but not long enough for her to snap the pic.
Getting in to York harbor was tight but easily doable just by going slow and following the markers. Picking up the mooring buoy was a challenge with the rushing incoming tide but a very friendly Harbor Master helped and made sure we were secured on heavy enough tackle to hold a 50 foot boat. He explained the local sites and eateries and supplied us with a map so we wouldn't get lost.
We put the life jackets on Spencer and Sophie, launched the dingy, grabbed the camera and headed for a scenic path called the Cliff Walk, which led across a suspension walking bridge. (Spencer and Sophie had to be carried over this!), through a nature trail winding up at a wharf that had been owned by none other than John Hancock. The wharf has been restored and maintained by a museum but is still an active working wharf, with lobstermen still plying their trade.
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We returned the dogs to the boat then set off to find a local restaurant which had the inside restored such that you felt like you were in a large old wooden ship, The York Harbor Inn. Indeed it had old kerosene lamps fueled with alcohol so there was no smell, brass lights in the ceiling, a bar rounded to appear like the forward peak of a ship and joinery that was yacht quality. A unique experience.
We landed the dingy at the wrong dock and were immediately facing the owners, who informed us that it was a private dock and they couldn't let us stay because they had no insurance. Obviously not Mainer's so we didn't want to talk to them, anyway. We apologized and happily moved on. Another reason to return to the friendly's in Eastport.
Beth had to have another "lobstah" roll before leaving Maine and we quashed our meals down with more of that very tasty Allagash beer. Since our waiter got my order mixed up, they comped us the beer.
Returning to the boat, we wandered through the local park and flower gardens which has several oversights to the Atlantic. Its definitely warmer here...peeps were actually swimming in it! Almost unheard of in Eastport.
Tomorrow.....Gloucester, Ma....you know where the boats in the movie, The Perfect Storm left from! Beth refused to watch that movie before bed tonight....What is she talking about....Bad Luck!
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