A few weeks ago, prior to a socially-distanced dinner with friends in Kittery, Maine, we made a pitstop in nearby York Harbor.
Slotted in between York Village and York Beach, York Harbor neither has much of a charming Main Street (the former) nor gift shops, restaurants and sandy beaches beholden to tourists (the latter.) It’s mostly residential and thus much quieter.
We actually met up with my parents for a mini-vacation near here a dozen years ago this month, but haven’t been back since. We must have explored this marina then, although I barely remembered it.
Boaters will know exactly what this doohickey’s for; I just admire the contrast of its colors and textures against the deep blue sky.
For me, it’s not a trip to coastal Southern Maine if I haven’t taken at least one photo of a hanging buoy.
On that mini-vacation I might’ve made a joke about this directed towards my Mom, but in all seriousness, I wasn’t aware crabbing was a thing here; I mostly associate Maine with lobsters and oysters.
I enjoy taking pictures of little dinghies–the junkier, the better.
Early Autumn in Maine can be quite lovely.
This is along the North Basin of York River.
Glance to the West and you’ll see this bridge, Route 103.
Looking West on Route 103 before the bridge…
…and on the bridge, where one can spot another, decidedly tinier bridge in the distance:
The Wiggly Bridge is famous enough to have its own Atlas Obscura entry. This I remember from that mini-vacation.
Looking straight-ahead across Wiggly Bridge back towards Route 103.
To the right of Wiggly Bridge, it’s Barrells Millpond.
About 45 minutes before sunset.
Above and below: a narrow path from Wiggly Bridge back to Route 103.
So long, you can barely make out Wiggly Bridge in the distance.
And, if you walk past Wiggly Bridge in the other direction, you’ll find this serene beauty.
Haunted Jukebox 