After I arrived at this very nice campground, and got myself almost set up, I was starving and I couldn’t resist heading to Boothbay Harbor. I had been here a couple of times before. Once was supposed to be a day trip to Acadia National Park with my husband and kids. We were a couple of hours into the trip from MA when I turned the page in the atlas and discovered that we had MILES to go. Oops. So we stopped at Boothbay Harbor instead. I guess this flying by the seat of my pants thing is nothing new.
This time it’s only a 10 minute drive from the campground, so I headed down and spotted a wharf where I could get a clam roll and sit on the wharf and take pictures. I saw Bud Light/happy hour sign and asked the bartender if it was too late for happy hour. He said it depended on whether I was happy or not. I said I was. Then he asked if I wanted a pitcher. I told him I wasn’t that happy. I ate my clams and drank my (one) beer, and exhaustion set in. I thought I was going to wait to get some sunset pictures, but there was an hour to go and I just couldn’t manage it. I always have been a cheap date.
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