Ah, summer in Maine. New England strawberries are sugary jewels, red all the way through. Unlike the crunchy white ones with red skin found in other parts of the US, at any time of year. Old fashioned peppermint stick ice cream was a childhood favorite (and still is). Lobster chowder, my first reward for making it to the coast, all the way from New Mexico.
I asked the cashier at the lobster pound in Belfast if it was a right or left to Stonington. He hadn't heard of it and had to call to one of the cooks in the back. The cook went still and wide eyed when I told him where I was going. He said you take a right and you drive and you drive and you drive until you just can't drive anymore. It was only an hour away.
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