Day 16, Pt 2: Kennebunkport, Maine

Travel is a complex activity that can originate from many different inspirations. Some of us travel to get away, others travel to learn, some travel to experience. No matter what the reason of travel, we all chose to go somewhere specific for one reason or another. Some of the places we visit because we have seen advertisements for them, read about them in books or online articles (such as this website, geojeep.com), or what we have heard from family and friends. My trip to Kennebunkport, Maine was one of the latter, and I dedicate this particular spot to my late paternal grandparents.

Me, sitting on the shore of Kennebunkport, Maine. May 24, 2011
The ocean spray as the waves hit the cliffs of Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011

They loved to travel, and went on as many trips to many places within the U.S. They passed away within 4 months of each other a little over a year ago, but I still remember clearly what how they described Kennebunkport. They had told me several times that someday, if I had the chance, I should visit the area. Today, I followed their advice and did just that.

Kennebunkport, ME coast. May 24, 2011

Kennebunkport Maine is along the Atlantic coast, almost as far south as you can get for the state. The coast mostly consists of rocky cliffs, constantly bombarded by the waves of the ocean, water spraying up high into the air when if find no other place to go. There are a few sandy beaches, but I would have to say this coast is not about basking in the sun and swiming in the sea: It’s about absorbing your surroundings, and drinking ni what a coastal environment has to offer for your health. I chose to play most of the day on ear, having booked a hotel less than 10 miles away at a Comfort Inn. I looked at the map and found the road closest to the ocean and simply headed in that direction.

Standing on the seaside cliffs of Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011

I was pleasantly suprised by a beautiful coast, lined by granite outcrops that cut sharply down to the cold sea. Little did I know at that moment, but almost all of the area was just as scenic. As I followed the roads into the afternoon I couldn’t find a single spot that wasn’t as picturesque as the last.

I chose to eat dinner at a restaurant with a view of the ocean. Pier 77 was located on the coast, with a view of Cape Porpoise harbor where lobster boats come in during the season. It was here that I ordred lobster for the first time, and I have to say it was delicious.

Pier 77 restuarant, near Kennebunkport, Maine. May 24, 2011
The view from my table at Pierr 77 in Maine. May 24, 2011
Lobster in Maine. at Pier 77 near Kennebunkport. May 24, 2011

The chef had everything perfectly prepared, the greens with the perfect seasoning and everything was always artfully placed on the plate. My server was by far superior to most I have ever had the pleasure of dining with, especially considering he knew very well how to handle a single patron. Many try to overcompensate attention to a diner who is eating alone, but he had just the right mix of talk and space. I orderd a desert, the creme brulee, of which they serve garnished with an orchid blossom.

The Creme Brulee @ Pier 77 near Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
If you haven't tried creme brulee, I encourage you to do so. Make sure you have a good chef. Pier 77, May 24, 2011
Beign the orchid lover I am, I felt the need to reassemble my garnish. May 24, 2011 @ Pier 77 in Kennebunkport, ME

 

I finished dinner just in time for sunset, and as I rushed out the door to make sure I caught the sunset on my camera, to be viewed eternally, I noticed something to the east: A rainbow. This marks the third I have seen in this trip, and for something that is touted as so rare I am very thankful for this symbol of success. Everytime I see one I feel reassured that everything will be ok. I have been through many storms, but I will always find a rainbow afterwards.

The rainbow of Maine, May 24, 2011
The partial rainbow outside Pier 77 in Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
Sunset at Pier 77 in Maine. May 24, 2011

Tomorrow I will head from Maine to upstate New York to visit a relative of mine in the country. I can’t gurantee any rainbows, but I can gurantee this: Life is full of adventure, and the those who are truely successful in life are those who are active in the constant motion. We can’t control everything, but we can control our reactions to what life throws at us. Success is measured in our own eyes, and by no one else. Tomorrow is simply a promise to myself that I will succeed another day. You should do the same. I’ll see you there…

-Nicole

One of the many nice amenties you get for paying more for a hotel: An indoor pool at the Comfort Inn of Biddeford, ME (near Kennebunkport)
The anchor dedicated to George Bush along the coast in Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
The lobster ship dock near Pier 77 near Kennebunkport, ME. May 24, 2011
A picture I title "Finne". May 24, 2011 in Maine.

Day 16, Pt 1: Salem, Massachusetts

Fear does a funny thing to us, especially a fear of what we can not control. The of one person can often lead to mass panic by others. We seek out to either detroy the source of the fear, or if we can’t, we jump at every sound. Such was the effect of the panic during the late 17th century, when 20 men and women were killed.

The Salem Witch Museum, May 24, 2011, Salem, MA

Spending the night near Boston, in Danvers, MA, I discovered I was only 7 miles away from historic Salem, MA. A place of many interesting places, such as the House of Seven Gables, a historic maritime past, and most notably to the American public: The Salem Witch Trials. My first stop in Salem was at the Salem Witch Museum, an interesting display of the history and causes of the hanging of 19 men and women, and one man who was pressed to death.

It is described as being a time of panic created by some young, bored girls of Salem village. The times of the puritans were difficult and incredibly strict, leaving little entertainment for young girls who were couped up in the home. They began to play games, creating their own sort of “witchcraft”, and soon they had theirselves freightened. Many of the girls starting going into a near catonic state, staring off into space for long periods of time. The girls began to blame their actions on others, and used witchery as an excuse. They began blaming innocent villagers of Salem of practicing witchcraft, and since the doctor could not explain the girls’ state with the medicine of the time, the villagers followed suit in the hysteria.

Each of the accused was allowed a trial, but these trials were often unfair. If a judge ruled not guilty, the girls would go into a frenzy and a retrial would find the defendent guilty. At first they were simply jailed, but when the girl’s afflictions continued they decided hanging was the only way to rid themselves of the devil’s work.

Giles Corey, who was pressed to death during the Salem Witch Trials. May 24, 2011

One man suffered a more horrendous death when he refused to submit to trial. He was strapped down and a plank put atop him, loaded one by one with heavy rocks. When the man, over 80 years old, continued to refuse more rocks were added on top until his rib cage simply couldn’t hold the weight any longer.

The Salem Witch Trials Memorial in Salem, MA May 24, 2011

Today there is a simple memorial to the deaths of these 20 Salem villages. Located next to the old cemetary, it consists of bench-like protrusions of a granite that has their names, and the the date and method of their death. A rather simple memorial, I think, for something so gruesome that took place.

The Salem Witch Trials Memorial, Historic Salem, MA May 24, 2011

After visiting the places regarding the Salem witch trials, I went to visit the old Maritime exhibit in the bay. A reproduction of “The Friendship of Salem” ship sits in the bay across from the old store. Near by is the House of Seven Gables, made famous by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It was built in 1668, the house still stands as original, having been taken care for over 100 years by preservationalists.

The "Friendship of Salem" reproduction ship at Salem Maritime National Park
The House of Seven Gables in Salem, MA. May 24, 2011

Something notable is that at the same time of  my visit to the Salem Witch Museum a new hysteria was taking place back in Missouri: The tornado hysteria. Tornados are, unfortunately, a regular occurence of the midwest and tornado alley. There are few weeks that pass by during the season when, living in small town Missouri, the tornado sirens don’t go off. Most of the time the tornados touch down in uninhabited areas, and are less powerful than the one that hit Joplin. This tornado outbreak, marked by the destruction of Joplin with an F5, has created a media frenzy that has everyone on high alert. It may be, however, that this time the hysteria is a blessing in disguise. We get so used to hearing the sirens that after a period of time we start to ignore them. This time it was shown just how real that threat is when those sirens go off, and how important it is to be educated about what areas are  safe and what are not during such a storm.

It is after times of panic and hysteria that we can look back calmly and learn from the situation that was at hand. While in the case of the Salem Witch Trials the girls finally admitted to their foolery, which resulted in the death of 20 villagers, perhaps in the midwest and other areas afflicted by tornados we can learn something else. It is time to take these sorts of alarms seriously, and step back from our fast paced lives. So often we ignore these warnings because we have “too much to do”.

Life has been increasing in it’s complexity and business to the point we fail to heed simple warnings. It is time to take value of what life is worth, and slow down. When are we going to realize that we can’t keep going at such a speed? I am guilty of this too, and I fault it to our society. As an american society we simply don’t allow for down time. Expectations are high. Let us take stock of how important every day is, whether it is filled to the brim or not, so we can avoid the hysteria that results in negative outcomes.

-Nicole

The first settler of Salem, MA. Downtown historic Salem, MA. May 24, 2011
The Salem Maritime Customer House near the bay. May 24, 2011
The Salem Maritime National Park May 24, 2011

 

The Friendship of Salem reproduction ship. May 24, 2011
Lilac at the House of Seven Gables in Salem, MA. May 24, 2011. It smelled WONDERFUL!

 

A closeup of the Lilac at the House of Seven Gables. May 24, 2011

 

A few of the historic homes of Salem, MA. I love how they could paint the houses bold colors, like black. May 24, 2011

 

Day 15: Driving through New England

 

 

In front of a river in rural Massachusetts. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

A restaurant on the edge of the hairpin curve. May 23, 2011 in rural Massachusetts. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

What I normally share are the different stops along my journey. You get to see the grand places I have chosen to see along my grand adventure: the parks, caverns, museums, beachs and universities. Since today had no stops at such places I figured it was the perfect opportunity to share with one of the largest time consumers of my adventure: the drive. You can thank technology, and the ease of taking a picture with my cell phone, for most of these photos (a little lower quality than my Nikon D5000).

Many vacationers take a flight to get to their destination. It is sensible when you are on a limited time constraint, but it takes all of the journey out of the vacation. A big part of an adventure is experiencing it all, like watching the environment slowly shift around you until you find yourself in a place completely alienated from what you call home. It also includes the strange vehicles and fellow travelers you see along your route, the beautiful views, the roaring rivers, and the roadside wildflowers. If you are interested in geology, the road cuts are hard to ignore. (I once had a geology professor exclaim that it was an “occupational hazard” as a geologist).

Today was a longer drive, and through an area I had never been to before, so it was quite an experience with plenty to see along the way. After leaving my cousin’s in Baltimore around 730 in the morning I headed through Pennsylvania, which was blanketed in a thick fog. The drive here reminded me a bit of the video game Silent Hill, which happened to be even more fitting since Pennsylvania is full of coal. I used to play that game as a kid and it would scare me so much I would have to pause the game, walk away, and come back.

The foggy drive through Pennsylvania- A little Silent Hill-esque May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

After I made my way through the fog I found myself in the rolling green mountains of eastern Pennsylvania. The towns sat in valleys, with tall church steeples standing out against a sea of mostly white homes and businesses. There were wildflowers blooming along the road that I was able to enjoy when stuck in traffic in a construction zone.

Some of the wildflowers along the road in Pennsylvania. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
The Construction Zone in Pennsylvania. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

Entering New York for the first time, I had prepared myself to see the country. I had reminded myself several times before this drive that New York state is much more than New York City. Many of us who don’t live on the east coast automatically think of big city lights when thinking of New York. Driving through New York for the first time, most of what I saw was the countryside.

Driving through the mountains in rural New York. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

Massachusets was much the same as the New York I drove through. My GPS has this lovely option: Anytime I enter a route it asks me if I would like to avoid toll roads. I always click yes, and it will take me on a glorious, scenic router through the country side. Along the way to Boston I saw a waterfall and, without thinking twice, turned right over the bridge so I could make a quick stop to see it.

The bridge, I didn’t notice until I was already on it, was closed in the opposite direction so I had created a bit of a detour for myself. I parked along the road at the end of the bridge, that went over the Conneticut River (I believe) and walked down to where I thought I would be able to see the fall. I walked across an old bridge, following the sound of rushing water, and realized I couldn’t see it from this vantage. When I looked back across the bridge I realized that walking across it probably wasn’t the best idea: The river was flooding and the water was swirling about the bottom of the bridge. The walk back across the bridge to solid ground was disorienting now that I noticed how close the roaring surface of the river was to my feet. It made you feel as if you were walking a little sideways.

The flooding Connecticut River in Massachusetts. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)
The bridge in Massachusetts that was near flooding stage- It was scary to walk across!) May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

After arriving safely on the other side I took more pictures of the area and promptly decided it was probably time to get back on the road so I could arrive at my hotel in Boston area at a decent hour. The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful. I took pictures of some notable signs that I don’t see on a regular basis (I missed taking a picture of “Moose Xing” right outside of Boston).

A Bear Xing sign in rural Massachusetts May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)

Tomorrow was to be another day, full of activities, and the long drive had worn me out. It wasn’t hard to sleep tonight. You may ask why I would want to spend so much time driving. I get asked all the time how I can spend so many hours on the road. Well, I think all of these pictures tell the tale themselves, but the answer is simple: It is an exciting journey, full of sites and experiences all in it’s own. While we plan on starting and ending points, and certain via points along the way, the journey itself can sometimes be just as stimulating. It sure beats sitting an an airplane looking at clouds all day.

-Nicole

The amazing confetti peanut butter cookies, baked by my good friend in North Carolina, that fueled my drive. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
This Semi was coming right at me!!! (Not really...it was being towed...still looks scary, right) Taken with my Blackberry Curve
It turns out this boat was going in the same direction as me, I saw it all the way to Troy, New York from Baltimore, MD. (Taken with my blackberry curve)
The hair pin curve in Massachusetts. Famous, apparently. May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
My GPS took me through downtown Troy, NY for some reason... May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Blackberry Curve)
A bridge in Rural New York where I took the picture of the roaring river (next). May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

 

The Little Hoosic River in rural New York, along route 2. May 23, 2011. (Taken with my Nikon D5000)
Along the "Taconic Trail". May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)

 

The flooding river in Massachusetts May 23, 2011 (Taken with my Nikon D5000)