Pembroke, ME

 

This next morning was warm and ride-worthy.  

We first rode to a Lubec coffee house downtown for coffee and a Maple Smoked Bacon Cinnamon roll.  It was the breakfast of champions!

Simple homes along the street looked inviting, along with the attractive yards.

The Lubec water tower, at first glance, looked to be a convenient location for a cell tower.  However, given all the hardware, it is more likely a border patrol setup.

While sipping coffee and munching on a great cinnamon roll, a local (at least for 6 months and 6 months in Colorado) began telling us of the great gold swindle in 1896.  A preacher and one of his congregation came up with a great plan to leach gold from seawater.  He hired around 100 local people to help with the leaching process.  Investors poured in from NY.  After 6 months, the local people got paid, and the preacher disappeared.  The investors lost everything.  Hmmm....  The book, however, looks like a great read!

We drove out of Lubec a few miles to start our ride.

Some of the houses had great potential!  Perhaps expensive potential.  The lack of money to do things was apparent.

The views of the tidal inlets were eye-catching.

We visited a state park where the picnic areas were good places to observe the inlets. 

On the road again, there were sights.  This old railroad trestle (we think) caught our attention.  It is now on a Wildlife Preserve, so it was impossible to venture out for a closer look.

The town of Pembroke was our destination for lunch, but the town had no place to eat.  A few houses in need of a lot of work were interesting.

A small reading library graced their downtown park, and the town still has a post office.  I wonder how much longer in this political environment?

We headed back to Buster, our magic sled, and on the way, found a cafe along the main road; we had missed this earlier because of another side trip we took.  Sandy arrived just as they closed, but Sue was kind enough to open and provide cold sandwiches.

It appears we need to be watching for ice and snow!

Every once in a while, there were homes that dazzled.  Money was working here.

In the evening, we dined at the Fisherman's Wharf.  Randy and I both had lobsters, and they were delicious!  The service, however, was so slow that we thought we might starve to death before our dinners arrived.

Fred, one of the local seagulls (he looks a Fred to me), thought we should all share our bounty, and a lack of attention on our part gave him openings.  We hoarded our catch.  He was much better at busing tables than the staff since they were so slow.  If someone got up to leave, Fred finished the remainder quickly.