Whoppers from Eastport, Maine

We had every intention of continuing up the coast of New Brunswick and further till we caught a glimpse of Eastport, Maine from the boat. The town looked very appealing and I happened to remember that the only motel in town happened to also have a cottage next door for rent, pre- trip research pays. I called and the place was available for a great price. Lil and I crossed back to the US side to see what I got us into. We had a cozy waterfront cottage within a short walk of the downtown. It turned into the perfect place to see what a real lobster village in Maine is all about. At night I would walk short ways to Norton’s Pier and buy my daily lobsters. In the evening we would put on sweaters and watch the fog roll across the water till we were enveloped in the thick mist.

Dinners were perfect by candle light and the sound of the water a tonic after a busy spring travel schedule. I had forgotten that traveling isn’t just packing in as much as possible, meeting artists, lobstermen and locals filled the days. Eastport is pretty in a way that other better know towns in Maine are, but real. Cracks of a glorious past as a sardine capital and business center showed through. It was however a town that is trying to rebuild itself, attractive in its own way. There is a table at the WaCo Diner just down the street from our place where a liar’s table is reserved, just for fishermen and women. They tend to tell whoppers. I now have some whoppers of my own about Eastport, I swear they are true. Just ask anyone from Eastport, they will back me up.