It’s possible we will never explore all that the coast of Maine has to offer, but we do give it a good try. This time out, we ventured south to the Damariscotta River . Getting there was a bumpy ride thanks to southwest winds, but once we reached the river we were in calm water with houses on both sides nestled in heavy woods. Have I ever mentioned that Maine has a LOT of trees?
As we went upriver, we noticed a difference in the type of boats. No sailboats and though there were a couple of sizeable power boats,
At the river’s head is the lovely little town of Damariscotta,
It seems a number of others had the same idea as there was no place for another boat to tie up. We were saved by a friendly boater who allowed us to raft up to his vessel. Talk about a Maine accent, this guy had it!
About oysters, Damariscotta has long been known for them, but these days the natural grown ones are gone thanks to overfishing. Common now on the river are sights like this where oysters mature after having been seeded. If you can believe it, 60-70 million oysters are harvested annually from the river, and they are delicious. In late September, Damariscotta hosts an oyster festival where one can eat oysters prepared in a variety of ways to his heart’s content.
After lunch, we made way to Christmas Cove, our destination for the night, passing through what is called The Gut which separates Rutherford Island from the mainland at South Bristol. This is an active lobsterman’s harbor as evidenced by platforms stacked with their paraphernalia
In minutes, we arrived at Christmas Cove where Captain John Smith dropped anchor on Christmas 1614. It is said to have been a favorite spot for sailors ever since, and with its serene surroundings it is easy to see why.
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