It was just a stop for lunch, a bit of warm chowder on a cool and rainy summer day. It was The Long-Suffering Wife’s first trip up the Maine coast. Belfast is pretty much like a hundred other small harbor towns from Nova Scotia to New York City. Boats, birds, harbor seals, houses on forest-covered hillsides jutting up above a rocky coast.
I remember it was really good chowder.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 
I’ve always wanted to visit Maine. As long as I can stay at Crab Apple Cove. Maybe one day!
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I’ve been to Portland… and some tiny place about an hour from Canada and an equal hour from civilisation… that was a fun night LOL Trying to get to my brother-in-law’s house in a thunderstorm with torrential rain and no cell phone signal. Couldn’t even see the turns in the road ahead.
That was July 4th weekend, 2009 (I think) – and I swear, it was as cold as November in my homeland of England.
But hey, if you can’t get good chowder in Maine, then you might as well give up…
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