Into every vacation, some rain must fall. This one was no exception. We packed in a lot today, nonetheless: Cobscook Bay State Park, where visitors can dig for clams without a permit, and Reversing Falls Park, where the huge tides of Passamaquoddy Bay rush though a narrow passage into Cobscook Bay (and out again six hours later). All followed by a mussel feast back at the cottage; juicy little tidbits of the ocean cooked in a white wine and garlic broth. I collapsed into bed after that, exhausted but happy.
What the heck is a peck?
It was a gray kind of day -- cool, with thunder rumbling in the distance. We pulled on our boots and trudged out through the marsh to the mudflats. Wanna get away from the crowds? This'll do it every time.
One of the concerns about green crabs in Maine is their use of mud banks along the edge of the salt marsh for shelter. We did find quite a few crabs holed up in the marsh here.
Dory, much to her dismay, found a mud hole. She. Was. Not. Amused.
We puzzled over this fine, linguini-esque seaweed that grew very high on the edge of the mud flats. Finally, we decided this must be very stunted Ascophyllum nodosum (although we are up for suggestions to the contrary).
Cobscook Bay was spectacular -- and ever so quiet.
"Remember when I fell in that mud hole? Don't you feel guilty about it? Maybe you should get me a hamburger to comfort me."
Hoping to visit the reversing falls? This is about the only help you'll get along the way. Luckily, it was pretty straightforward.
This photo doesn't do the Reversing Falls justice. The water was tumbling between the mainland and an offshore island, churning and foaming. Very impressive. (BTW, a great place to see seals.)
A panoramic shot.
More rushing water.
By now it was pouring. Good thing I just got a waterproof camera (we'll see if it lives up to that name . . . .)
Quoddy Bay Lobster was hopping. Their mussels ($3 a pound) were very clean . . .
. . . and delicious with a beverage on the side. Fuel for tomorrow's busy day.
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