I must have an affinity to 4th of July on the East Coast. In 2012 I was here and 2013 here. I guess I just keep moving North. Maine has long been on the top of my list. I was both shocked and delighted how similar it felt to the North Shore here in Minnesota, but with an ocean instead of a lake and lobster instead of smoked fish.
We definitely saw our fair share of lighthouses. Everyone makes a big old deal about the lens, so I suppose it is a big deal.
The rocky shore was a blast to explore. I tried to find a starfish and never did.
Lobster traps and buoys. The different color combos indicate different lobsterman.
We cooled off with a fair amount of wild blueberry beer. If you find yourself at Cottage Street Pub they will add a scoop of the infamous berries to your Sea Dog Blueberry Wheat Beer.
At Thurston's Lobster Pound you picked out your lobster and watch them cook it.
Josh topped out at 2 pounds.
Our beach day was a bit chilly, but we made up for it with some pool time.
If I ever made a soap that smelled like Maine, it would smell like this.
Above the clouds at Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park.
Down below, you could barely see the ocean.
Weather was perfect until 2 hours before 4th of July fireworks. We toughed it out anyway.
And it was worth it.