Golf. Fog. Beer. Dinner. Sleep.
A perfect day in Maine for ChemGuy. My day was pretty darn good, too.
ChemGuy set off for the golf course early on the morning of June 7, 2008. I slept in a bit, took a relaxing bath in the jetted tub, and wandered downstairs for another yummy breakfast. I read the paper and enjoyed my tea time, an activity which seemed to me to be the epitome of morning leisure. When I'm not on vacation (and sometimes when I am!), I like to sleep as late as humanly possible, leaving only enough time for getting myself out the door. Reading and/or tea just do not make the cut. After breakfast, I set out for the marina and watched the tall ship boat tour raise each sail and set out to sea. I passed a local brewery on the way and stopped in to ask about tours. I left with "tickets" to a late afternoon tasting.
I met ChemGuy back at the B&B late-morning. Golf had been fantastic. He'd ended up in a group with a friendly club member, so ChemGuy got lots of advice on how to play the holes. ChemGuy had a great round, shooting a 78 and prompting his golfing companions to remark "You should get married more often!" Playing great golf on a really great course is always a mood-lifter, so putting that on top of the facts that ChemGuy was playing great golf on a great course in a national park in Maine on his honeymoon...well, that was one good mood.
After some lunch, ChemGuy suggested we drive back up to the top of Cadillac Mountain and spend a bit more time up there. We reached the top and noticed a crazy cloud pattern out over the nearby islands. They appeared to be frosted with clouds, like buttercream on cupcakes.
We climbed around on the rocks, noting the varieties of lichen. We chatted with another couple, who offered us some sage advice on building a successful marriage. ChemGuy and I have since forgotten those words.
The fog we'd seen gathering over the outer islands began to roll into the bay, so ChemGuy and I drove down to the rocky coast to wander in the mist. ChemGuy is a devoted boulder-jumper; I stayed mostly on the path. We were encased in fog and mist and the chilly air. No one else was wandering around on the rocks; we were alone with our thoughts and the intermittent horns on distant ships. The vastness of the ocean can be overwhelming and intimidating, but that day, the blanket of mist and the rhythm of the crashing waves were pure comfort. At least as long as we were safely on land, not trying to navigate a ship into port. Which of course, we were not attempting.
After we were chilled and damp, ChemGuy and I headed back inland. ChemGuy decided going to the brewery tour seemed like a good idea, so we wandered down the main street into town. We spent about an hour at the brewery; ChemGuy thought some of the beers were pretty good. We had just enough time for a bit of a rest before another meal at the restaurant we'd discovered the previous evening.
Dressed slightly more appropriately, ChemGuy and I walked down to the restaurant. We were remembered from the night before and shown to a lovely table in the bay window. Our server recommended another fantastic wine and suggested that I might enjoy the chef's special for the evening, lobster thermidor. I'd made the reservation under my last name, and our server knew we were on our honeymoon; much to my delight, ChemGuy was referred to as Mr. [MyLastName] all evening. We had a good laugh about it. Another fantastic meal, another fantastic day. We both slept well that night.
ChemGuy set off for the golf course early on the morning of June 7, 2008. I slept in a bit, took a relaxing bath in the jetted tub, and wandered downstairs for another yummy breakfast. I read the paper and enjoyed my tea time, an activity which seemed to me to be the epitome of morning leisure. When I'm not on vacation (and sometimes when I am!), I like to sleep as late as humanly possible, leaving only enough time for getting myself out the door. Reading and/or tea just do not make the cut. After breakfast, I set out for the marina and watched the tall ship boat tour raise each sail and set out to sea. I passed a local brewery on the way and stopped in to ask about tours. I left with "tickets" to a late afternoon tasting.
I met ChemGuy back at the B&B late-morning. Golf had been fantastic. He'd ended up in a group with a friendly club member, so ChemGuy got lots of advice on how to play the holes. ChemGuy had a great round, shooting a 78 and prompting his golfing companions to remark "You should get married more often!" Playing great golf on a really great course is always a mood-lifter, so putting that on top of the facts that ChemGuy was playing great golf on a great course in a national park in Maine on his honeymoon...well, that was one good mood.
After some lunch, ChemGuy suggested we drive back up to the top of Cadillac Mountain and spend a bit more time up there. We reached the top and noticed a crazy cloud pattern out over the nearby islands. They appeared to be frosted with clouds, like buttercream on cupcakes.
We climbed around on the rocks, noting the varieties of lichen. We chatted with another couple, who offered us some sage advice on building a successful marriage. ChemGuy and I have since forgotten those words.
The fog we'd seen gathering over the outer islands began to roll into the bay, so ChemGuy and I drove down to the rocky coast to wander in the mist. ChemGuy is a devoted boulder-jumper; I stayed mostly on the path. We were encased in fog and mist and the chilly air. No one else was wandering around on the rocks; we were alone with our thoughts and the intermittent horns on distant ships. The vastness of the ocean can be overwhelming and intimidating, but that day, the blanket of mist and the rhythm of the crashing waves were pure comfort. At least as long as we were safely on land, not trying to navigate a ship into port. Which of course, we were not attempting.
After we were chilled and damp, ChemGuy and I headed back inland. ChemGuy decided going to the brewery tour seemed like a good idea, so we wandered down the main street into town. We spent about an hour at the brewery; ChemGuy thought some of the beers were pretty good. We had just enough time for a bit of a rest before another meal at the restaurant we'd discovered the previous evening.
Dressed slightly more appropriately, ChemGuy and I walked down to the restaurant. We were remembered from the night before and shown to a lovely table in the bay window. Our server recommended another fantastic wine and suggested that I might enjoy the chef's special for the evening, lobster thermidor. I'd made the reservation under my last name, and our server knew we were on our honeymoon; much to my delight, ChemGuy was referred to as Mr. [MyLastName] all evening. We had a good laugh about it. Another fantastic meal, another fantastic day. We both slept well that night.