September 26, 2019 Addison, Maine

 Downeast Shots

I was up and out at the crack of dawn today as the clear skies at the campground promised me a chance to get some early morning boat shots. Only 6 miles later, as I turned into Jonesport and waited to cross the bridge to Beal Island, in came the fog.

As always, right clicking on a photo will open a larger image in a separate window or tab.

I was a little disheartened by the sudden loss of good light, but proceeded across the bridge anyhow to at least check out the lobstermen’s wharves and I am so glad I did. Ended up getting some nice moody, fog shots before the skies cleared.

Just had to go back to the blueberry barrens to see if the color there had intensified any after a week.

Again, I was just amazed at the colors.

I had planned to leave here Saturday morning and head to the White Mountains to see if there was any color there yet, but I am torn since I am enjoying myself so much here in Addison.

I meant to take pictures of my amazing lobster dinner here at the campground the other night, but instead just sat down and dug in when the two pound and three quarter lobsters were delivered to my door. For $6.50 a pound, my hosts here at the Pleasant River RV Park, will let you pick out your own lobster (s) from their onsite lobster pound, then cook it (them) and deliver it (them) to your door. How can you beat that? You can’t even buy fresh lobster for $6.50/lb, much less have it cooked and delivered to you. The campground owner catches these lobsters himself, so you know they are fresh … and they also were delicious!

September 21, 2019 Jonesport, Maine

 

Pearl Exploring the Blueberry Barrens

Blueberry Barrens Forever

I arrived at the Pleasant River RV Park in Addison Saturday afternoon after a long (expensive) trip north on the Maine Turnpike. Having never stayed here before, and reading that there were only 6 campsites here, I was pleasantly surprised to get this very nice spot with full hookups and a nice view.

Sunrise the next morning!

I came through some startling colors in vast blueberry fields, I think they are called barrens, on the way down to the campground. So soon as I was settled in, I drove back out to see if I could get any decent late afternoon shots. These wood ducks merit a return to the side road I found them on, but my noisy approach, as I was not expecting to see wood ducks, spooked an entire flock of them.

There is some color here and there on roadsides, with some vivid colors in the wetlands and around the pond edges. Certainly not peak foliage here yet, but the blueberry barrens are another story!

I went back Sunday morning to see if I could get some better color with the early morning light.

Driving the narrow, very dusty gravel roads through the barrens, I had to just keep shooting away, so, once again, I apologize for the number of photos, but the colors fascinated me.

Incredibly, looking at images of these blueberry barrens online, I don’t believe these are at peak color yet, but still impressive to me as I have never encountered  them before.

The fields are picked clean this time of year, but on a few little steep hillsides heading into the woods, there are areas that the mechanical harvesters probably can’t access, leaving a few berries here and there. Being a commercial operation, I did not get out and pick any of these, though I was tempted!

 

 

September 17, 2019 Massachusetts Highs to Lows

Mount Greylock to the Coast

Fried Clams at The Clam Box

Highs and lows … from the summit of Mount Greylock, at 3491′, Massachusett’s highest point, to Salisbury Beach State Reservation, at sea level, the photo above reveals the true high point of this week’s travels. Fried clams from the Clam Box in Ipswich, MA.! Been waiting for this for six years! Kind of pricey, but oh so good. $36 for lunch is a little out of my normal price range, but they don’t skimp on the clams and they were so good.

Old Barn Charlemont, MA.

Tuesday morning, I was up and on the road before 7 AM to visit Mount Greylock in western Massachusetts. Came upon this great old barn while traveling the back roads.

View From Whitcomb Summit

From my campsite in Charlemont, I took the Mohawk Trail (Route 2) up to Whitcomb summit, where I stopped for this photo of the valley below, actually hidden in the fog is the town of North Adams.

From the summit of Mount Greylock

The view from the summit of Mount Greylock was quite similar on this gorgeous blue sky morning.

Mount Greylock War Memorial

This imposing structure is the War Memorial at the summit of the mountain.

Newburyport from Salisbury State Park

From Mount Greylock, I returned to the Country Aire Campground in Charlemont and loaded up the Equinox (so nice not to have to mess around with the tow dolly anymore) and checked out at 11 AM , heading for the Massachusetts coast and the campground at the Salisbury State Reservation (State Park).  The image above was taken at the boat launch site within the park, looking up the Merrimack River to the town of Newburyport. In a past life, many times I used this boat ramp to launch my boat for attempts at Bluefish and Stripped Bass.

Mouth of the Merrimak River

Today, while the river looked relatively calm, the ocean was stirred up from a brisk wind out of the north, bringing with it rather chilly overnight temps in the 40’s, perfect sleeping weather for my tastes.

I am booked here through Friday night, then have to leave and head up the coast of Maine. Would like to have stayed a few more days but all 494 campsites are reserved for Saturday night … and it is the off-season for the coast, just too many old retired farts taking up too much space if you ask me. And this campground goes for a cool $50.83/night, resort prices for a decidedly less than resort facility.  I can remember when the place was mostly empty after Labor Day and campsites were under $20. Ah, the good old days!

September 15, 2019 Shelburne Falls, MA

The Bridge of Flowers

You will have to forgive me and I apologize in advance for the excessive number of photos in this post. I waited several days for a foggy morning to be able to get the best results for this unique attraction.

This is an old trolley bridge that has been repurposed into a very attractive flower display. I used to walk this bridge eons ago when it did have plantings on it, but nothing like what it has today.

 

The bridge has one of the nicest assortments of Dahlias I have seen since visiting the Roosevelt Cottage on Campobello Island, Canada, just off the coast of Lubec, Maine.

I am heading out to the coast Tuesday for seafood and my beach/Atlantic Ocean fix. Don’t know if I will find anything to photograph at Salisbury Beach, MA, but I am looking forward to fried clams and lobsters!