So what happened to Bobby?  Well it seems he was doin’ a pig and some chickens for a charity and had to be goin’.  So we said “See ya.  Have a good ride and you safe thea”.  And Bobby jumped in his truck and rode out of sight.  I feel like I know Bobby and can could stop by any time.  Yessa!

So I continued on and rode through Thomaston.  Thomaston has a special place for me as this where my great grandmother and her family hailed from.  Some where sea captains which probably explains my connection to the sea.  Near by here in the small town of Friendship I spent a memorable summer during my youth in a cabin on Pleasant Point with my good friend Doug Miller and his family.  I can recall in the evening sitting on a wharf listening to Bill Seavy and Ansel Drinkwater talking about the day’s lobster fishing while they whittled pegs that they would inset in a lobster’s claw joint to keep it closed.  No PETA in those days!

Shortly after Thomaston I rode through Camden and the stately homes and inns on High Street that were largely built during the 18th and 19th century.  Obviously Camden enjoyed considerable prosperity then and is favored now.  It also is where you find the stately Knox Mansion – Montpelier built in 1795 and now a museum (see the photos below).  General Knox served as chief of Artillery during the Revolutionary War and then as the nation’s first Sec. of War, when he retired to Maine to develop his land claim known as the Waldo Patent.

After Camden I passed through Rockland, which by the way is where Frankie O’Hara is from.  The O’Hara’s own the large fish processing plant on the waterfront.  Rockland is also the homeport for the schooner Heritage on which I spent a week with my daughter Karyn and she set the record for the number of lobsters eaten at one sitting – – – SEVEN!!  The crew gave here the name “Lobsta Gobsta” and wrote a song about her epicurean feat which we sang in the morning when we were hoisting the sails.

The rest of the ride along Penobscot Bay to Bucksport and then on to Ellsworth was delightful and relaxing.  Such a beautiful part of Maine.  In Ellsworth I met the rest of the gang at the Ramada Inn, also on High Street but not quite the same as the stately homes on High Street in Camden!

I am going to post this blog post now before I try my hand at uploading some pictures.  I don’t want to lose this post again!