Monday, October 6, 2008

Day 35, Monday, Oct 6, Wells, Maine to Gloucester, Mass

Knowing that we would be bidding goodbye to the ocean as we turn inland towards the Boston Temple and other planned destinations, we decided to take a room at a small but oh, so beautiful little hotel, the Eden Pines Inn, located a short distance up the coast from Gloucester on Cape Ann, just over a mile south of Rockport, Mass.

Cape Ann, how about that?

When we inquired about a room the propriotor told us the Inn was closed due to a special event planned for the next day that would prevent hotel guests from having access to the downstairs dining and living areas, etc. We assured her that we would not be troubled by not having breakfast, etc, if we could obtain a room with a view to the sea. Our request was granted! What a delightful place; so, very quiet and peaceful. No other guests, just the owner and her family.

This is our view, facing out toward Thatcher Island with its two lighthouses. Pretty special for two oldsters from the Arizona desert don't you think?

This famous bronze statue, "They Go Down To The Sea In Ships 1623-1923," faces the sea in Gloucester, Massachusetts, the oldest working fishing port in America.

We had a very tasty seafood dinner at The Gloucester House restaurant on the warf in Gloucester Harbor.

Ths is only a short distance from Rose's Warf where the Andrea Gail always tied up prior to being lost in the "Perfect Storm." (Movie by the same name starring George Clooney).

Another seaside estate, facing out to the North Atlantic, on the coast, south of York, Maine (In fact, it is just next door to the newer home pictured below).

A newer home facing out to the sea, along US 1A south of York, Maine.

This morning, Monday, October 6, after a 5-day stay at our hotel in the seaside village of Wells, Maine, we continued our drive down the coast. It was a beautiful day, with temperatures in the 50s, a light breeze, with mostly fair weather clouds in the morning, turning to more overcast in the afternoon, but clearing as the evening came on.

We took every opportunity to turn down the roads leading off of US 1 towards the seacoast. We were rewarded with breathtaking views, both of the sea and the coastal towns, but also of beautiful homesteads, some old, some new, but surrounded with such foliage and grounds, we couldn't help but stop now and then to take a picture.

This is a home in the village of York, Maine, representative of so many to be seen along Route 1A. The pictures we take can hardly do justice to the scenes we experience at every turn of the road through these coastal towns of Maine.