While heading out of Maine, we came across Fort Knox. Really. Not planned. But a nice stop for a runaround and a bit more history. Plus there's a beautiful "new" bridge near Penobscot that was worth the stop.
I wanted to leave Maine on a high note, so as we cruised through the little town of Wiscansett, we pulled off the road there along the river at a dockside lobster house for a final taste of fresh Maine lobster. The girls aren’t really into it (strange – they love crab), so they made themselves some sandwiches of their choice from the ice chest while I ordered the steamers and lobster lunch. It was a beautiful day to sit out in the sunshine and enjoy the view of the river while we enjoyed lunch.
We continued our drive south along the turnpike (toll booths, yes) through dense forest before crossing New Hampshire (more forest, more tollbooths) and arriving in Massachusetts.
Talk about a CONFUSING place to drive. If you’ve ever been to an old English city (the old section of York comes to mind), you’ll know what I’m talking about. These cities weren’t built on convenient grids. Rather, it looks as though wandering sheep established the paths which would become streets and roads. The freeway/thruway/turnpike? Simple. Anywhere else? Entirely confusing, from signage to street layout. After following the mazelike pattern through Salem, we found our way to Winter Island Park for the night.