A TRIP TO EASTPORT.
Day 113 – Rob had some activity this morning at the cliff. A Kingfisher was diving in & out of the water searching for fish. He got a picture or two. It’s been awhile since he’s had much activity out there during his morning commune with nature, but now low tide has come around at a more advantageous time for activity in the Harbor.
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Today we drove to Eastport to get our yearly supply of Raye’s Mustard. Eastport is a town not far from Lubec, by water. But driving there takes about 45 minutes with no traffic and no road work going on. We encountered neither of these problems and arrived a little after noon. Eastport was more crowded than it usually is, but then again some vacationers are still here, AND the Eastport portion of the Pirate Festival begins tomorrow morning and lasts all weekend.
It was very overcast with dark clouds and it was windy. It looked like it was going to rain any moment, but the storm isn’t supposed to begin until later this afternoon. There weren’t many parking spaces available so we ended up parking across from the WaCo Diner. Convenient. It was lunch time and we were hungry. There were a few tables open outside so we had lunch overlooking Passamaquoddy Bay, putting the Ketchup bottle and any other heavy items down to keep napkins, etc., from blowing away. Nevertheless, we had a very good lunch watching the Sea Gulls lined up on the dock railings and the Cormorants sitting on a post with their wings outstretched. The water was moving fast with the tide and further out there were some waves. We could easily see Campobello Island across the water, and we were again sorry that New Brunswick, Canada, was pretty much off limits to us these days.
A funny thing happened during lunch. Tourists at the table next to us had been looking at the Cormorants, wondering what kind of bird they were. When their waitress brought their check, the woman asked her, “What do you call those birds, the black ones with their wings outstretched?” And the waitress answered, “We call them Shitholes!” We laughed so hard.
The restaurant was full when we left. We walked a little ways to the Raye’s Mustard Store and luckily it wasn’t crowded. Friends of ours were there a couple of weeks ago and said they were packed with people. Raye’s Mustard is well known for their award-winning mustards. Their factory is in Eastport and you can take tours to see how the mustard is made and taste their MANY flavors of mustard. Since discovering them almost 20 years ago, we’ve eaten solely their mustard. It’s hands-down better than any other we’ve tried. We stocked up on the two mustard’s we normally use. We also stopped in Eastport looking for the local Scallops, but like in Lubec, they are sold out.
We got a tiny bit of rain coming home but Rob still went outside to finish chipping/shredding the pile of wood. Then just before the rain began coming down steadily, he had time to fully distribute the wood chips on all the trails. The trails are ready for the winter now. I continued with the computer work, then we relaxed for the evening, listening to the pitter-pattering of the rain on the roof of the RV.