“USA 🇺🇸 ~Maine Scenic Views From Bar Harbor to Portland”

In our quest to visit the many lighthouses in the Lighthouse State, which I blogged about, prior, I also enjoyed photographing as we drove along and traveled through so many little towns and villages; actually far too many for me to remember them all! Driving through New England; the oldest parts of America, with all her history has been wonderful, and especially during Autumn’s fall colors.

There is so much pride in home ownership over here. The homes are so majestic with their beautifully (and large) kept yards.
Bravo, Maine!
Before leaving Bar Harbor, to go South, we got to totally enjoy all she had to offer. We stayed for over two weeks, staying plenty busy and relaxing, too. We absolutely treasured the time we had there!

Daryl made yummy Clam Chowder, with fresh clams from the locals. Yum!

Somesville, Mount Desert Island is near Acadia National Park.
Selectmen’s building (1870) and Thaddeus Somes Memorial bridge reflecting in Summer Pond

This small building is often described as the most photographed site on Mount Desert Island.
It was constructed during the 1780s by John Somes, son of Abraham Somes, who settled in the village in 1761.
Used at various times throughout its history as a cobbler’s shop, post office, and a museum, the building also served as the Town Office for Mount Desert during the 19th century and until 1911. Selectmen are elected by the voters in a town to conduct official business between annual Town Meetings.
Crossing the mill stream between the Somesville Selectmen’s Building and the Museum is the Thaddeus Shepley Somes Memorial Bridge, built in 1981 to honor a descendant of Abraham Somes.

⬆️ We enjoyed plenty of Lobster and Crab Rolls around this area!
Eventually, we broke camp at the Bar Harbor Campground, by closing down Tiny and loading up Rusty, then headed out!
More fun opportunities and adventures awaited us, so it was time.
By this juncture, we had sent the invitation and plane ticket to Chelsie, for her to meet us in Portland, and this mama was super excited for our reunion! ⬇️

We drove a couple of hours South to Wassamki Springs Campground in Scarborough (near Portland) ⬇️

Without much more ado, enjoy the photos along the way!

The quaint seaside town of Camden is situated on Penobscot Bay.
With ocean views, scenic drives, outdoor adventure, and a welcoming community, Camden is another quintessential New England coastal small town.
In 1769, James Richards brought his family from New Hampshire to live in the wilderness that is now Camden. He had fallen in love with the area when he came to cut timber for British ship masts.
Richards built a sawmill and a gristmill on the Megunticook River near Washington St. His two brothers built cabins close by and brought their families to Camden.
During the American Revolution, rebels seized British ships and sold their contents. The British plundered and burned cabins, houses, and mills. In 1779, people feared the British would annex eastern Maine to Nova Scotia and, rather than take an oath of allegiance to Britain, residents of Belfast evacuated to Camden leaving their crops in the fields.
The British burned buildings at Camden Harbor. General George Ulmer erected a fort and cannon at Glen Cove and Lieutenant Benjamin Burton protected Camden Harbor.
In 1791, Camden incorporated as part of Massachusetts. It had a beautiful harbor with a sawmill and a gristmill on a freshwater stream. It became a market for all the back country for it was easier to sail to Boston or Europe than to walk to Boston.
In 1792, Captain William McGlathry built the first ship in Camden at his shipyard which stretched from Chestnut Street all the way to the harbor. Benjamin Cushing and Noah Brooks took over the shipyard in 1800 building and repairing vessels during the War of 1812.

⬆️ Laite Memorial Beach is a family-friendly beach located in the center of Camden.
The pebbly shoreline is a fun place for exploration. It is Situated next to a grassy park that has a playground, outdoor grills, and picnic tables, and the beach offers all the traditional day-at-the-beach comforts.
Laite Memorial Beach is a local favorite for sure.

⬆️ Curtis Lighthouse is just around the bend from Camden Harbor

The Etchemin, also called Canibas, were the native American inhabitants of the area between the Kennebec and Penobscot rivers, before being eventually driven out by white settlers in the early 1700s.
This area was used by white fishermen during the first half of the seventeenth century, and by the 1660s there were year-round families settled in the region. Some of the sites of those settlements were: Cape Newagen, East Boothbay (then called Winnegance) on Barlows Hill and Murray Hill, Oak Point in Boothbay Harbor, Fishermans Island, and Damariscove Island. By 1689, the white settlers were driven out of the locality.
In 1729, the region was renamed Townsend and finally permanently resettled by a group of around 60 Scotch-Irish, including McCobbs (leaders of the group), Fullertons, Beaths, McFarlands, and Montgomerys. Barters arrived around 1736, with Alleys, Reeds, Lewises, Linekins, and Wylies settling within the next ten years. Settlers of English extraction, such as the Pinkham, the Tibbetts, and the Giles families came from Dover, New Hampshire in the mid-1750s. All these families endured privation, near starvation, and the French and Indian wars; some were kidnapped and taken to Canada. Nearly the whole town left the area for a period of years during one war. Townsend was a very poor community on the edge of the frontier, and though the settlers were of a farming background, Boothbay was a rocky place and agriculture was a struggle. The early settlers relied heavily for hard cash on woodcutting for the Boston market. However, over the years a fine fishing tradition emerged; it was inevitable, since the fishing banks in the Gulf of Maine were what initially brought white people here, regularly. Everything from clam digging  to whaling has been carried on in Boothbay, but historically the banks fishermen prospered the most.

⬆️ Look at the size of those Tunas! 

Photos below, are from other  fun day out to visit just one of the lighthouses.

Deer Island, where the Mail Boat would take us to Isle Au Haut to see its lighthouse. The weather was cold and drizzly, so the photos didn’t pop like I prefers, but the drive was very interesting, as well as the boat ride, just the same. ⬇️

Bass Bay Harbor ⬆️

⬆️ Crossing over to Deer Island

⬆️ Mail Boat on Deer Island.
Our ride to Isle Au Haut 

We later enjoyed visiting the Village and Harbor of Castine. So wonderful, and very glad we took the time to stop, even on this grey day.

The minute we rounded the corner into Castine, we knew we chose another Gem to visit!
Castine, like a few other quintessential Maine Harbor towns, seduced our senses, too.
We just loved the Federal and Georgian homes, elm-lined streets, colorful gardens, and serene views of windjammers and working boats cruising Penobscot Bay.
Even more than that, the interesting history, as this area was long visited by Native Americans and occupied, continuously, since the early 1600s.
Castine played a significant role in America’s early history. Here, there are forts, museums with interpretive signage; commemorating historic battles, burial grounds, trading posts and other historical sites and events.
How does this, bordering-on-precious village (population: is less than 1,000) have such a fine collection of historical sites; dating from pre-Revolutionary America, through the Civil War exists in this off-the-beaten-track spot?
It’s really that amazing!
The answer lies in the fact, early explorers knew controlling the coast and rivers meant controlling the interior lands, the source of animal furs and timber that could be sent to Europe and traded for supplies.
Back in the day, people got around by waterways. There were no roads. One needed to have a deep harbor, and this town happens to have an incredibly deep and protected harbor.  It also has height, referring to the gentle rise from waterfront to an elevation approaching 200 feet.
This is why the French, British, Dutch and Americans fought for governance from the early 17th century, when it was part of Massachusetts, until the early 19th century, with control ping-ponging amongst them.
These days, Castine is not only a living memorial to past turmoil, but also a snapshot in time. By the mid-1800s, the town was a major commercial port, deriving most of its wealth from sea-related businesses.
Shipyards and wharves filled the waterfront, chandleries and sail lofts lined Water Street, and skilled craftsmen were abundant. That, coupled with controlling trading routes made it one of America’s wealthiest towns. Since then, Castine’s remoteness and lack of major fires have preserved what were the homes of wealthy merchants, shipbuilders and sea captains.
Thanks to the summer visitors who began buying and preserving these homes in the 1970s, Castine is a time capsule. This is why it looks like a quintessential New England village at its finest!

The Castine Historical Society is situated in a corner of the town common inside a former schoolhouse.
Although today, Castine is mostly a small tourist town, until 1820 the British, French, and Dutch fought over her strategic location at the mouth of the Penobscot River. This gives Castine, Maine a lively history, and the signs “(not all of which are strictly accurate)” says the Castine Historical Society; both mark and help tell the real tales.

The Dyce Head Lughthiuse is in this town

The Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Castine, is the oldest meeting house in eastern Maine

The Castine Post Office is the oldest continuously-operating post office in the United States.
This elegant 1814 building still has its original gaslight fixtures, but there’s an ongoing debate over whether post-office use began in 1831 or 1833.
Before the name of Castine was bestowed upon this lovely, historical town, back in the day, it was called “Majabigwaduce.”

Leaving our campsite in Scarborough, we headed South through a bit of New Hampshire to get to Massachusetts. 

Before leaving Maine, we stopped at one more Lighthouse m, down South, for Chelsie to explore, since we had visited many lighthouses, before she arrived, but unfortunately this Light had no public access to the grounds, due to it being on a small rock island, “The Nubble,” but we were very close and it gave Chelsie her Maine Lighthouse fix she wanted.
Daryl had dropped us off and found a place to park with Tiny the trailer, and waited for us to goof off.

As we drive South, we noticed the fall colors lessened, but up in Maine, they were almost at their peak! It was so beautiful!

Next Blog will be from Massachusetts!

⬆️ This gives an idea of the coast route we took and are continuing to take, down to Massachusetts. There are a few lighthouses to choose from, and many ports and harbors. It’s the best!

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