
Belmont, Maine
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Belmont, Maine

DIED
WHILE CARVING
PUMPKINS
AT SEA

Cranberries are often grown in enclosures like this, which are then flooded. The berries then float for harvest.

One bed stands above the other.

This is Mingo’s in Calais, not the only one in eastern Maine.
That’s what many of the autumn cruise ship passengers have noted on their arrival at the Breakwater here in Eastport. As they were told, that’s because ours is a real working fishermen’s harbor. Even in the height of summer, there are few pleasure boats.
The visitors have been largely charmed by the unspoiled nature of this place, especially in contrast to Bar Harbor, Camden, Portland, or Boston, and to the welcome they’ve received.
It did keep a festive spirit alive before winter kicks in.
Community life around here has definitely hunkered down now, at least until the scalloping season kicks in.

Yeah, all sunsets are in the west, but this looks like something out of a cowboy movie finale. Even if it’s in Downeast Maine.

The bark siding really captures my imagination.






Cobscook Shore’s 15 well-maintained reserves around the bay offer the public prime opportunities for hiking, picnicking, fishing, and water access for kayaks and canoes. This is a personal favorite.
I’ve said it before and I know I’m not the only one.
Changing our clocks back an hour is the real beginning of winter. Everyone will be out of sorts for the next week and have no idea why. It really takes us that long, internally, to readjust.
Even those of us who are officially “retired.”


The trees are found everywhere around here. As are the deer that eat all the fruit they can reach.