2009.06.Freeport

Peter and I arrived ahead of everyone and parked in Portland. This is early evening and it's a preview of the kind of weather we're going to have this week. This is Day 1 (June 20).

We quickly decided on Gilbert's Chowder House which luckily could seat us immediately.

Looks like baked haddock with fries and slaw.

Beccah's in a bib because she's ordered king crab legs. To my great delight she shares.

After dinner we proceeded to the house in Freeport. We arrived late so we had no idea how good the view is here. We were hopeful with so much glass along the far wall.

A little potted orange tree with a surprise on it. My mom's had an orange tree for as long as I can remember, and it's bigger than this, but it's never produced fruit, let alone this full-size beauty. It won't be ripe by the end of the trip so we leave it alone.

We had no idea what the house would be like inside. We were very happy with it.

Relaxing, catching up, surfing.

While visiting with friends in Vermont in May, we picked up some ice wine. This trip was a great time to finally break it open. Sadly, I've chopped Dad in half; I should have moved me to the right and turned the camera to the left.

Day 2 (June 21) began with looking out the windows at the view. This is the deck. Despite the weather that grill will get some good use.

The backyard and view of the bay. I really need to carry a little black velvet cloth to put around my wide angle lens when I'm shooting through glass.

Breakfast was at the Freeport Cafe, a very popular spot for good reason...good food. That's a "side" of bacon!

Now we're off to Hannaford for dinner ingredients. I'm playing with the shopping cart. I love that the guy in the pink shirt might be doing the same thing.

Peter doesn't quite know what to do with me. Unfortunately, I didn't pay any attention to how the cart looked in these shots. It should be half-filled with grocery-store things, not these inexplicable black hoses. Actually, those are the handles of the little hand-carry shopping cart with rhubarb sticking out.

Now we're at the Lobster Shack picking up the main course for tonight's dinner.

A lazy, if wet, day.

Anyone for swimming in the horseshoe pit?

Lunch!

Dessert! This is not our last whoopie pie.

These 3 shots were taken by Peter using his Nikon D80.

This is the bay at low tide.

You can walk out to where that bird is at low tide.

Living here would have its ups and downs.

At high tide, this will be fully submerged.

Gathering up the ingredients for supper. All of the lobsters survive before the steaming. Jonee and Wayne arrived just in time!

Macabre, we humans. And half a stick of butter in each bowl!

My mom will turn 60 a couple of weeks after this trip so we're celebrating early.

Perfectly steamed!

"Is there anything edible in here?"

Giant pot of shells and some very satisfied faces.