We had a day or two of sun last week and as our daughter is away, my husband and I decided to go Downeast. Downeast refers to the coast of Maine north of Ellsworth, or of Penobscot Bay, and got its name during the maritime heyday of New England. The Maine coast is east of Boston, so ships heading for Maine sailed east with the wind at their backs, which is "downwind". Our first stop was Shirley's Yarns and Crafts in Hancock where I bought the yellow yarn. I love yellow! It smells great! It feels great! It is a Maine yarn, from Bartlett Yarns in Harmony, Maine. The second yarn, which is actually plum colored, is from Heavenly Socks in Belfast (bought on a different trip, I'm cheating here) and is from Hope Spinnery in Hope, Maine. It's scrumptious! I love having yarn around the house.
This is a typical Maine house. White. The main part of the house was probably built around 1880, and it has many lovely ells added on. Looks like it grew out of the ground. This is in the town of Cutler.
The fog rolled in later that day.
This is also Cutler. Maine's coast is famously rocky.
We went all the way to Eastport. Here is their delightful library. Eastport is on the border, on Passamaquaddy Bay, on the edge of the Bay of Fundy. It was incorporated in 1798, and has a year-round population of about 1,600.
Eastport has many art galleries and antique shops. It is the home of Raye's Mustard, whose Brown Ginger Mustard is the best mustard on earth.
And of Sarah Graves, who writes juicy murder mysteries about the place.
Gorgeous! You can see Canada across the way.
All towns need a sense of humor.
On our way home, we stopped and took a four hour hike along the coast.
I made a rest stop. I love living in Maine.