After arriving at our apartment very late night before last, we all slept in. Sleeping in was more about not waking to an alarm than actually sleeping late, since we were all up by 7am Maine time, which is 5am in Denver. So, when Judi stopped by with the still hot-from-the-oven blueberry muffins, we were ready. Yum! What a perfect way to start the day.
Then we were off to start our day in Camden, a beautiful sea side town just a couple miles away.
Jim Rogers, from Oklahoma helped us park and then told us where to get the best photos of the harbor. He and his wife have visited Maine 8-9 times. He especially loves Camden. Michael was just walking by with his early morning cup of coffee and agreed to take the photo for us. Thanks Jim and Michael!
Then we heard a splash, and there was little Stella in the water. I never would have guessed a dachshund would be willing to jump off a wall into the water for a ball. I wish I would have captured that shot.
We had lunch at Cappy’s. We have mixed reviews of the food. Wendy loved her haddock chowder and I had an excellent reuben sandwich. Mary and Victoria were a little disappointed with the clam chowder and club sandwich. Our server Mark was fabulous and we had no complaints on the view.
After seeing the area, I wouldn’t really call it the LL Bean store, instead an LL Bean village. The best part? They will ship our purchases at no cost and they can do it right at checkout. Thank goodness. I can’t afford all those overweight luggage charges.
So what happens on a sisters’ trip in between eating, shopping and visiting the sights? Maybe just a little bit of fun.
What happens in Maine stays in Maine, except when you have a blog.
We ate dinner at the Taste of Maine and with one minor exception that was fixed right away, it was fabulous. The best parts were the quirky atmosphere and our waiter, Tommy. Tommy had a great sense of humor and the food was really good, especially my hot fudge sundae!!
It was a late night once again, but we wouldn’t have skipped anything.
I discovered sea glass jewelry.
Only Wendy held back and didn’t buy from LL Bean.
We had delicious food all day, starting with Judi’s homemade blueberry muffins.
Final Thoughts for the Day:
Camden– This is a beautiful town with fabulous small shops and a lovely waterfront. We only saw a small portion of the area, but we really enjoyed our time here. I would definitely visit again. Sisters’ Rating- 5 out of 5 stars
Cappy’s Chowder House– The food reviews were a little mixed, but my reuben sandwich was wonderful. Wendy also loved her haddock chowder. The clam chowder was a little watery and the turkey on Mary’s club sandwich was a bit dry. The atmosphere and views are wonderful. I’d suggest a visit if you’re in town. Sisters’ Rating- 4 0ut of 5 stars
LL Bean Flagship Store– Freeport was a bit of a drive from where we were staying, but it was well worth the trip. I can’t usually find my size in the local stores, but found the perfect fitting pants in a very short time. The stores are fantastic. I think the ability to ship things home at no cost could be dangerous. It’s easy to forget exactly how much you’ve bought, so be very careful. This is another place I highly recommend. Sisters’ Rating- 5 out of 5 stars
Taste of Maine– We loved the unusual atmosphere of the Taste of Maine. There were wonderful characters throughout, including some fantastic Halloween decorations. The view was nice and our food was good. The only exception was the clam chowder. I returned it because it was way too salty for me and a little too watery. But Tommy replaced it with my hot fudge sundae and I was a happy girl. We would definitely go back, especially if Tommy is working! Sisters’ Rating- 5 out of 5 stars
We interrupt the Namibia and South Africa programming to share sister related news: This morning we woke to the beauty of Maine.
Last spring, readers selected the New England area of the country for this year’s sisters’ trip. And…here we are. It is beautiful!
Cast of Characters:
Mary is the oldest sister currently residing in Flagstaff, Arizona. She can be bossy, but like most younger sisters, we’ve learned to ignore her. Mary’s steaming hot most of the time, but we attribute that to aging somewhat gracefully. (I think it’s a genetic hotness, because Wendy and I seem to be suffering from the same malady.)
Jennifer is the middle sister. (That’s me!) I like being in charge, so my sisters usually pretend that I am and then do what they want to anyway. They occasionally need to rescue me from approaching cars when I am singularly focused on getting that million dollar shot.
Wendy is the baby, and was always Mom’s favorite. (Don’t tell her, but she is our favorite, too.) She is frustrated by our total lack of organization, sometimes calling daily, or even multiple times a day until we’ve made our travel arrangements. This usually starts six months in advance of each trip. Her laughter stops the crowds and gives us the giggles as we walk away pretending not to know her.
Victoria has joined us as our adopted sister on this trip. She hasn’t traveled much, so she has entrusted us with this adventure. (I’m not sure Wendy warned her about us, so she may never travel again.) Victoria was the assigned navigator and kept arguing with Siri who was providing the directions. By the end of the night, she even started talking like Siri…kind of scary really.
It’s a hidden gem in a forest just outside of Camden, Maine. Best of all, the four of us are staying here for four nights for just a little over $100 per night. That’s about $25 each for a beautiful place that includes a full kitchen and the amazing knowledge and blueberry muffins provided by our distinguished hosts.
It’s a perfect backdrop for our sisters’ get-together. Plenty of room to relax and catch up. Check it out:
Day 1 Script
We flew in to Boston yesterday afternoon and after renting our car, pulled out onto the road. We stopped in Portsmouth, New Hampshire for dinner. It’s always funny trying to figure out how to pronounce the names of new places. Is it Ports Mouth, like you eat with your mouth? No. Our waiter, Jeff, let us know it’s actually pronounced like Port Smith.
When we first arrived in Portsmouth, we headed to the waterfront and meandered around looking for a restaurant. After about twenty minutes of exploring, I finally asked a couple local guys who suggested Jumping Jays. It’s always a good sign if people leaving a restaurant are talking about the amazing food. They were right. While the menu options are somewhat limited, the food was fabulous!
Then it was back on the road for a few more hours. Unfortunately, we were driving through some really quaint small towns after dark. We plan to revisit them during daylight hours. The drive was long and it was so nice to pull into the long driveway and to see all the lights on at our vacation rental. Skip and Judi met us as we pulled in and helped us carry our luggage up the stairs.
A Few Highlights:
We flew on Southwest Airlines and had a flight attendant with a wonderful sense of humor. As she was making final announcements after arrival in Boston, she wished “the sisters a wonderful trip”. Wow! We are famous!!
It was Ryan’s birthday. He was assisting people with getting on the bus to the rental car area. We sang happy birthday to him on the curbside. Other people in the crowd joined in. The smile on his face was huge.
After a good night’s sleep, we are off on today’s adventure. Wish us luck!!
When I told my friends and family members I was traveling to Namibia, the normal response was, “What?”, then “Where?” They had never heard of the country which is north of South Africa on the Atlantic Ocean side of the African continent. Then, people would ask me to spell it for them. “N-A-M-I-B-I-A”.
If you would have asked me a couple years ago, I would have probably said the exact same thing. So, why did I travel to Namibia?
With so many destinations in the world, how did I narrow down the choices to this special country? That’s easy. I was looking at photos on National Geographic online and did a double-triple-quadruple take on one of them. Yes, I was looking at a photo and no, it was not a painting. I had to look at it so many times because I couldn’t believe this place actually existed. So, one amazing photograph was all it took to entice me to fly 12,000+ miles to visit Deadvlei in Namibia.
I’ve been home from my trip since September 5th and frankly, I’m still so overwhelmed with how amazing Namibia was that I’m having a hard time condensing all my thoughts down into legible and concise thoughts. And…of course processing several thousand photos takes time.
While I didn’t spend much more than an hour or two in Hermanus, South Africa, waiting to catch a view of the whales, I still appreciated the beauty of the area and the power of the Atlantic Ocean. The weather had been unpredictable with rain and wind, but I was lucky enough to catch some blue sky. This is a place I wouldn’t mind visiting again someday.
After my last post, I kept returning to my photograph of the Black Headed Heron taking off. It’s one of my favorite photos from the trip, despite the fact that it is far from perfect. The bird lifted off much more quickly than I expected so I missed getting the perfect composition and had to resort to cropping the image. There’s no way to fix the fact that the tip of the wing was slightly cut off, but I just wasn’t happy with the cropping I’d done.
Luckily, I always save the unprocessed original, so here’s my second attempt, along with another photo of the heron as it flew away in the distance.
There is something about whales that I find amazing. The only opportunity I’ve had to see them in person is when I traveled to Antarctica in 2009. So, it was a delight to see a Southern Right Whale just off the shores of Hermanus, South Africa on my trip last month.
I imagine if I lived in or near Hermanus, my butt print would permanently be etched on one or more of these rocks.
You know that moment when you’ve finally arrived? That moment when you just want to collapse? That ahhhh moment? When I was shown my suite after 40+ hours of flights with layovers and a two hour drive, I experienced that moment.
I was finally in Africa, South Africa to be exact. I pulled in to Mosaic Farm near Hermanus and was welcomed by Vitalis and Simone. I stepped out of my car and they called me by name. All the tension left my body and I could have melted on the spot.
They quickly took over handing me snacks and drinks while my luggage was taken to the suite and I relaxed in the Lagoon Lodge. Then it was time for Simone to show me where I was staying. I’m sure my jaw dropped to the floor when I stepped inside. I’m not sure I’ve ever stayed anyplace that was so luxurious.
After wandering around in disbelief, I laughed with delight. Then, it was time for a brief catchup nap in the lap of luxury.