The town of Rockland sits on Midcoast Maine’s Penobscot bay. A perfect strolling town, lined by charming window displays of clever artisan’s works, sparkly baubles and puffin related souvenirs, Rockland brings to mind what a small American town should look like. No strip malls, no Burger King drive thru, no shiny officeplex housing a cubicle farm full of disgruntled workers.
We walked along watching ice cream eating families laughing as they too walked. I couldn’t help but be completely enamored with watching an elderly man hand painting the lettering on a store window. The story that I built in my mind had him doing that very thing for the last 50 years.
I was very excited to see that artist Robert Indiana, a Maine resident since 1978 currently has a featured exhibit entitled Robert Indiana and the Star of Hope at the Farnsworth Museum. While looking at one of Indiana’s quintessential LOVE sculptures on a street-side display I heard someone who is clearly not versed in art history say, ‘Hey, I know that sculpture.’ Such a reaction just serves to show the importance of the pop artist in the fabric of the public psyche.
After a month or so of rain in the state, we were fortunate to have a big blue sky and warm weather for our day trip. This gave us the perfect opportunity to comfortably walk the nearly one mile limestone breakwater out to the Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse. The lighthouse was open and free to climb up on its deck and finally up the narrow spiral stairs to the light tower. The last 5 or 6 steps up the ladder into the lens area are not kind to those afraid of heights but the view of the harbor and a watching a 1940s biplane from the Owl’s Head Transportation Museum giving a tour of the coast made the shaky legged trip back down the ladder totally worth it.
Maine’s oldest working lighthouse, the Portland Head Light was a a pitstop on our recent trip back home to New York from Maine. The subject of countless photographs and blog posts much better than I could ever muster on both fronts, here it is nonetheless.
More info on the Annie C. Maguire Shipwreck here
What do you think a kid sees out there on the horizon? I wish I could remember.
Saturday was a gorgeous day for us to head out on to the jetty to visit the Spring Point Ledge Lighthouse. It was actually open that day and for $2 you could head on up the ladder of the lighthouse. I’m not sure what was the most fun hopping along the rocks of the jetty or getting to see the house close up. I think it was a draw
The Spring Point Ledge Lighthouse
Sometimes when you’re in the clutches of that mental state that lives in the fog between sleep and wakefulness, anything seems reasonable.
I’m finishing up my month long break in between my old shitty job and my new fabulous one, so I’ll just roll with the punches and see where life takes me. Like… oh, I don’t know… riding around in circles looking at fiberglass legs.
Whatever. I’m just going with it.
The mighty Muffler Man of Norwich, Ct.
New London, Ct – Ledge Lighthouse
I hopped on the New London-Orient Point ferry to head back to the Island. I had no idea I was so sleepy. As soon as we got underway, I snapped a quick pic of the Ledge Lighthouse and then laid down on one of the outside benches that run along the length of the ferry. The next thing I knew, I open my eyes and looked over the railing to see the Plum Island Lighthouse. I had just dropped right out into a deep sleep for an hour of the hour and twenty ride.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I fell asleep on the sidewalk next to a gas station once. And at various picnic tables, parks…etc. ::shrug:: One day in my slumber, I’ll just be randomly carted off with the trash and no one will hear from me again.
Plum Island Lighthouse
Sunday morning gave me a few free hours. We decided to take a quick spin out to Orient Point so that I could snap a photo of the lighthouse near the ferry terminal, known as the Coffee Pot.
One of the farm stands had this cute little Fiat ::cough:: wagon for sale. I could’ve probably put it in my tankbag and brought it home.
We stopped and had a soda on the porch of the Orient Country Store. Time stood still here.