Maine Event - Day Three

Ah, the third full day in Maine. No rain. Mist and fog, but no rain. We started the day by venturing down to Hunter's Breakfast and Lunch. This little drop in the bucket of Maine restaurants came highly recommended by Uncle Jim and Aunt Gayle, who claim to belly up there for the morning egg or pancake about once per week. It certainly lived up to its billing, we having arrived hungry and departed sated. Perhaps the only room for improvement is in the area of the cup of coffee, which was typically not of the Starbucks ilk and weak. Nonetheless, I rate the dining experience three pictures (out of four). If ever Emily were in need of a strong cup of the nectar of the gods, this morning was it. She was feeling rather paltry in the A.M. and was loathe to stop clinging to my caffienated being. Noting her weakness, observant parents that we are, we decided to stick close to the home base and let it play out. So we headed to downtown Wiscasset and unloaded. We walked down to the lobster docks and watched a couple of boats put in after dropping their traps. Nothing too exciting here, but it's nice to drink in the environs that are so different than our day-to-day. We headed back to the house, and Emily, not surprisingly, fell asleep. She napped for a couple of hours and appeared to have a bit of her health restored, so we jumped in the car to go to the beach. Pemaquid Beach had a nice assortment of things you generally find at beaches--sand, shells, seaweed, driftwood, and the like. We built sand castles and had the proverbial romantic walk on the beach. Emily enjoyed it thoroughly, and even got her feet wet. There was a stinky, rocky, brown stream running into the ocean--so full of iron that the waves where it met the sea were rusty. We then ambled on down to Pemaquid Point Lighthouse. Leigh and I visited here 2 1/2 years ago when we were here for Christmas. The rock formations here are some fantastic geology. At some point as the Atlantic and North American plates battled against each other, a huge chunk of rock was turned up on end. Since some layers of rock erode more quickly than others, this leaves a very "groovy" rock surface. On the way home we stopped in Damariscotta for some hot chocolate at the book store. We had promised this to Emily to get her to look at the camera. Evidently we've been a bit abusive with the flash photography in the past, and she now turns away when we whip out the trusty ol' Sony DSC-H20. We read a few books while sucking down the chocolaty goodness and eating a danish (or whatever it was). Back at the house, we settled in for "Ratatouille," after which Emily fell asleep while laying on top of me on the sofa. I may have fallen asleep on the sofa, too. I rallied and watched some stupid chick flick with Leigh, and we heard an animal run by the house screaming. We don't know what it was, but it was evidently injured or fearing eminent injury. Oh, and a full 1/3 of the cats that we are "caring" for haven't been seen for two days. I'm sure they'll turn up.