Duck Puddle Campground, Nobelboro, Maine - We drove up the coast to Rockland, Maine (which is due east of Augusta). We attended the 50th Annual Maine Lobster Festival! This is the first event we chose from our nifty guide, Chase's Calendar of Annual Events. The festival took place at the harbor. The view was fantastic: the sky was blue, the water was calm and the colors of the ships were brilliant.
Among the many artisans was an instrumental band comprising three Native Americans. The music was almost ethereal. The lead instrument was a pan flute (similar, but not as geeky as the one Zamfir popularized) that was modified electronically to create a unique sound.
We met an old lady sitting in a wheelchair. Next to her stood two maps, the United States and the world. The lady was the chairman of the festival and asked attendees to place a pin in the map designating their hometown or home country. There were lots of pins from the Washington, D.C. area, but none of them looked familiar. All 50 states were represented except South Dakota.
One of the Maine attractions (nyuk) of the festival was their food tent, where we treated ourselves to a Lobster dinner. It was Marci's first lobster. As soon as she got over the fact that it was looking at her, she had no problem cracking its shell and eating its contents. Marci, being a novice at eating lobsters, accidentally shot her rubber band two tables over. Fortunately, no one was hurt. For the uninitiated, a rubber band is placed around each claw of the lobster after being caught. Our two lobster dinners (with crackers, chips and a tasty Maine roll) only cost $17.50 total! As they say in Maine, what a
bahgen!