Summer Trip Tik Day #7

Daytime in Owls Head

Our 4th of July was the perfect attribute to the term lazy days of summer. We were enjoying the incredible weather by sitting around the front yard table and just relaxing with coffee, a magazine or book. By 1 pm we had pulled ourselves together enough to mosy over to the general store, as Martha promised the best haddock melt around for lunch today. (She told me an employee of the Samoset Resort claimed it was better than theirs.) We wove through some streets on our way to see other homes on the water. We later discussed our surprise at an oceanfront home selling for $325,000, and reasoned that the lack of four seasons was the reason it was so inexpensive (They say in Maine there are 2 seasons - winter and the 4th of July). When we arrived, the family was at the store, with Tom and his daughter Caroline manning the ice cream stand and Martha and son Josh in the kitchen. I didn't notice where the oldest was.

We chatted, ordered, chatted some more with other patrons, then took our picnic to the Owl's Head State Park, home of the Owl's Head Lighthouse. The scenery along the walk and at the top were incredible. After some time skipping rocks into the Atlantic at the beach at the bottom, we headed back to the cottage, where we spread out among the Adirondack chairs and lawn. All but I caught a cat nap. I was determined to finish my second book.

Evening in Thomaston

By 7 pm, we were at Athens, a Greek pizza place in the town of Thomaston, adjacent to the festival, live music and location of the 9 pm fireworks. We ate Greek salads and calzones, then walked around the parking lot of the high school, before finding a spot for our blankets on the school lawn. Thomaston was oddly eclectic to me, with historic houses and a beautiful school academy lined up along what seemed to be some low income apartments above store fronts; and a teen hall where dozens of teens were gathered on the street and hanging from second story windows. From my people watching, I saw everything ranging from townies to Kennedy's, body piercings to yacht club emblems. True Americana in every sense of the word. While we joked throughout the seemingly slow going fireworks, we were pleased with the great "finale." Pretty impressive for such a small town. It was our first July 4th fireworks in 60 degrees - it felt good, although Taryn was shivering. 

Hope you all had a patriotic 4th. Tomorrow, we hike Mount Battie in Camden. P.S. Martha, it was the best fish sandwich I've ever had.