We are staying at Duck Puddle Campground on the northeastern shore of Pemaquid Lake, smack in between Damariscotta and Waldoboro. Like you know where that is!! Try this; take I95N to I295N, exit on to Route 1 in Brunswick and follow it north about 31 miles, passing through Bath and Wiscasset as you go. Don’t go to Duck Puddle Pond, oh no that would be too easy; instead, turn at the cute sign where the road leads you to Duck Puddle Road.
The trip was uneventful; wrong turns but a distant memory. The morning was busy though as Anne got a propane fill on our way out and there we noticed that her front tires looked low. A quick detour to R&J Diesel repair had us on our way free of charge to our next stop…… the dreaded fueling up at a “regular” gas station. Oh lordy. The chosen station met all our criteria and then some; it was located in Rhode Island where fuel taxes are lower.
May 1st is opening day here and spring cleanup was in full swing; still is twelve days later. Been a long, cold winter. The campground is 90% seasonal locals with campers/fifth wheel trailers. Maine is hilly and rocky; not at all like flat Florida. Most of the sites have some amount of slope and plenty of treed space between you and your neighbor.
Fortunately, sites 104 to 110 are totally flat, devoid of any barrier shrubs or trees, close to the entrance with full hook-up, 50amp power. The hook-ups sit at the very back of the site so we had to back in as far as possible. The site drops off behind us and along side us as we took the end spot. The sewer hose just reached. No neighbors yet; probably not until June.
Here’s an exciting and not-often viewed sight; the levelers- ooooooh. The driver’s side rear sat in softer dirt and our wood pad was not large enough to spread the load, but we did find a larger piece of paneling lying nearby and used that too. So far we’ve had to jack up that side twice.
Add in the opportunity to once again watch a campground come alive, well, how can you beat that?
How about a visit to Maine Cat in Bremen, the next town over? Ms. Ortolan looked like the fish out of water she was, but with a glimmer of hope that she’d be launched by June 1. Guess that means we will have oodles of time to explore the area.
Moody’s famous diner on Rte 1 not very far from Maine Cat, or us. Several visits under our belts already.
When we visit a new area, Russ tries to find a way to locate walking and hiking trails; usually without much luck. This time was different; he found an aptly named site, mainetrailfinder that pinpointed myriad of trails and walks through-out Maine. Most had some info about them, including length and level of difficulty. I wanted to go for “difficult” but we couldn’t find any nearby. 🙂
As nice as those trails were, with one meandering close to the rocky shore and an active osprey nest, I needed a dose of beach combing. I knew just where to go for a sure thing. While bending, stooping, peering at and gathering up small pieces of colored glass isn’t most people’s idea of fun, I liken it to a scavenger or treasure hunt. Good quality sea glass is in short supply and I’ve gotten pickier over the past year, but a smooth piece of any color besides white, green or brown is delightful.
Last August when we cruised the Maine coast, one of our stops was by Orr’s and Baily Islands, joined by the world’s only cribstone bridge. You can read about that stop here, if you missed it.(near the end of the post). We found a small beach where you could plop down (mid-tide or lower) and find tiny sea glass nuggets all around you. Plus, by the bridge was a good area too and since that’s near Morse’s, how convenient?