Ice Cream

 When we travel, I take photos of Iain eating ice cream. The last time he visited Irvine, there must have been four of them.

So...we arrived in Maine yesterday. First stop: ice cream.

I should say that when we lived here (in Auburn, inland from our current spot on Westport Island) we rarely came to the coast on summer weekends. At those times, about ten million people from Massachusetts, New York, and other not-Maine places jam the roads and line up for lobster rolls at Red's Eats.

No exception yesterday. An antiques fair on the church lawn and a summerfest celebration of some kind did not help.

But who cares? We parked (easy to do because many of the horrible cars trailing through town are headed north, not stopping in lovely Wiscasset), walked to Lears and obtained Iain's first cone: cookies and cream. I tried Conservation Crunch (caramel with "crunchies"). Both yum. Upstairs is a toy store so we had to go there, too.

And then back to the house. Today, being Sunday, most things are closed. So we're spending a lazy day in the house, listening to motor boats and birds and sniffing the breeze. Iain says the East "has a lot of nature." Yes.