It was a late, rainy afternoon in July when we finally pulled into the driveway at the Wealthy Poor House Bed and Breakfast. My mom, dad, and I had come over twelve hundred miles to Belfast, Maine on our trip up the coast of New England. We had seen the ivy leagues, walked the Freedom Trail, and were thoroughly exhausted. Out the back door of the white colonial house, came a little lady and her dog. She ushered us into the house and out of the rain. The lady introduced herself as Carol Gater. After telling her my name, I proceeded to ask where the name Wealthy Poor House came from. Carol explained that a long time ago, a lady named Wealthy got married to Mr. Poor. They lived in the house that now bears her name. We all giggled as we made our way upstairs to the guest rooms.
Carol opened the door to the quiantest room. “The Master bedroom,” she said. On the armoire was a tray filled with homemade chocolate chip cookies and chocolate covered strawberries. I ate all of the cookies before falling into a deep, exhausted sleep.
We woke up the next morning fully rested. It was a good thing since we had planned to drive to Bar Harbor for the day. We walked down stairs to the stately dining room for breakfast. A few moments later, Carol emerged from the kitchen with plates full of blueberry pancakes. They were absolutely delicious!
We said goodbye and loaded into the car for our two hour drive. It was a very cold morning, but it did not stop us from going on with our plans. We had scheduled a trip on the LuLu lobster boat, in hopes for finding the not-so-deadliest catch. We loaded onto the boat and jetted out into the ocean. It was not long before we came upon one of the LuLU’s green and pink buoy. The captain pulled up a pot containing two, seven inch lobsters. We observed and took a few pictures before he threw them back into the ocean.
By the time the LuLu docked back at the harbor, we were ready for lunch. There was no question as to what we were going to eat. I was finally going to get to eat my very first lobster! At a small restaurant by the shore, we sat down for our authentic lobster lunch. We stuffed ourselves with potatoes, corn, and the lobster, all while wearing our lobster bibs. Now that was an experience!
Before sundown, we drove to Acadia National Park and made our way to the top of Cadillac Mountain. Looking down on the islands we had just been sailing around, was unreal. I was finally viewing the New England I had seen in postcards; quiet, coastal villages surrounded by mountains and the ocean. No fast food joints of malls around, just fresh air and ocean breezes.
We drove back down to Belfast to spend one final night in New England. The next day, we would drive back to Connecticut to fly home.
The next morning, we said our final goodbyes to Carol and New England. When we finally arrived back to the Hartford, Connecticut airport that night, be had traveled over
a thousand miles. I was ready to head home, but enjoyed all of the experiences I had and knew I would never forget them. Maine was the best part, the main part of our trip.
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