We did not need an extra change of clothes after the boat trip, but we did need everything else we brought! We boarded the tour boat (it once served as a launch boat for a Naval ship). I was dressed in about four layers, and could have used more……well, see the photo:

Just like Gilligan, we set out for a “three hour tour,” but unlike the S. S. Minnow, we arrived safely, though frozen, back at the Maine Maritime Museum dock. Along the way we saw about a dozen lighthouses. Those that are still in use are electrified now. The lighthouse keepers’ homes sit close by, though not manned.

Other homes sit along the Kennebec River, lining the route to Popham Beach, where finished military vessels from Bath Iron Works are introduced to the Atlantic Ocean. Some of these homes are small, quaint, cozy; others are more like estates, perched grandly on the hills.

It was a beautiful way to experience the Maine coast. It is rocky, no doubt, but the hills are heavily wooded, mostly with evergreens, though much color is now on display. 

Lobster-trap floats are plentiful in coves, and in the open water of the Atlantic. 



The highlight, for me, was near the end of the tour. 


Two bald eagles were posed grandly in their nest; they carefully, but seemingly unconcerned, watched us cruise by.

With the autumn nightfall approaching, Tom and I set off to find lobster, and were successful, at the minuscule burg of Georgetown. At the General Store they boiled and served very fresh lobsters. We feasted!

It has been two weeks that we have criss-crossed this lovely area of Maine; we’ve seen the gradual changing of the leaves. We have learned the small roads well. The people are friendly; the natural surroundings are awesome. It seems to be a good fit for the Beards who recently re-located here, and this pleases us, though we will miss them so much.