A Different Mood on these Streets- Augusta, Maine

Augusta, Maine.
An interesting place to be sure, and somewhere I almost skipped completely.
After leaving Belfast, Maine heading towards the mountains of New Hampshire just over the border, me and Kat were listening to whatever music was coming up through Sally’s rather fantastic sound system (Sally of course, being our rented Mustang. You can’t say we don’t have a sense of humour) and thinking about where to stop for lunch, when we came upon a bridge crossing murky waters. And just over that bridge, we caught a glimpse of colourful buildings, a castle-type looking thing, and somewhat deserted streets. Looking at each other, I remember I widened my eyes like a madman and ignoring the pleas of our GPS to “continue left- make a U-turn- take the next right-” we headed down a slope into the middle of what I now assume is the historic part of Maine’s capital.

Given the fact that it was early on a Sunday morning, the skies looked ready to crash rain down on everything, and maybe just a dash of good fortune, the streets were completely deserted. Not a single soul in sight. At first it caught us up in a mood of adventure and exploration, had us running around the streets, peering into shop windows and with me snapping photos every few feet but… that feeling slowly deteriorated into a paranoid sense of being in some kind of Zombie Apocalypse type situation after still not seeing any people around. We jogged back to Sally and locked our doors, huddled in our supposed safety. There was still a spirit of adventure though, and with Sally playings some zombie-fears-battling-music we headed deeper into the streets, catching glimpses of that murky river, and also of actual, living, inhabitants. Which was slightly disappointing, given the potential of zombies of course, but we pressed on. We actually came upon a great place to make a last stand, a historic fort, but…thats a post for later.


Exploring the Streets and Architecture In Belfast, Maine

(From my end of May trip with my good friend Kat. We spent 10 days exploring the east coast of the USA, and one of the days we spent exploring a good chunk of north Maine. We stayed in Belfast and after finishing up some wandering in the streets of Seasport, and then venturing around the woods and coastline of Moose Point State Park, we headed into Belfast for a quick hour or so of touristy shopping and just walking amid civilization again.)

Belfast was….something else. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, at all, coming into this town, but the morning was bright, the fog dissipating a good bit, and the momentum for exploration amid buildings was deep in our lungs after getting our fill of trees and calm ocean waves. The locals were by half oddly standoffish or deeply friendly, depending on what shop you went into. I got a friend a hand embroidered dishtowel, and myself a glass jar of berry jam at one of the rather stodgy shops, and a whole slew of postcards and magnets at a more homey and eclectic ice cream place down towards the docks. Perhaps not a town I would go back to again and again, like some other parts of Maine, but it was definitely worth a quick visit and it was fun to explore the architecture and see unique touches in the buildings there. Also, postcards for friends, and a moose magnet for my fridge, definitely a good stop on our roadtrip.


Sleepy Sundays, a Town Called Searsport- Maine

A lovely little town called Seasport in Maine that me and Kat went exploring around at before we headed to Belfast. It was a Sunday when we were there so most everything was closed and that coupled with the cloudy grey skies, made all the colors and details stand out in relief to the fog.

The cafe we stopped in at was warm and deserted at that time of the morning so we had it to ourselves to wake up and plan the rest of our day in calm. It was a very different kind of morning, waking up to foggy windows at the cottage we stayed at, no people on the streets and the idea of being able to explore wherever and have the area to ourselves. I would love to come back at a more busy time of the year and see this place light up, but this by itself was a loveliness of it’s own kind.
~ m