It's about 20 minutes away from downtown Portland on the car ferry.
Portland is still a fisheries kind of town. There are dozens of places along the waterfront to buy fresh lobsters and seafood.
That's Spring Point light in South Portland, with Portland Head Light in the background.
After a refreshing lunch of chowder, haddock, scallops and lobster rolls with a nice crisp Riesling, we rented some rickety old bicycles and took off to explore the island. Peaks allows cars, but it's not so trafficked that you won't have the road to yourself a great deal of the time.
I found a private-beach front honey stand. Lazy beachy little bees.
There's a face in the rock on a nearby island...he overlooks the lighthouse.
These gulls looked rather sinister. Hitchcock would be proud.
Worth exploring on the island is the ruins of an old WWII era fort. What currently exists is a long tunnel buried with a mound of dirt, which is now almost completely overgrown with vegetation. It's a bit of an effort to climb to the top with flip-flops on.
It's creepy as hell. The Maine coast is full of old forts and abandoned buildings to explore. It's easy to see why so many ghost and horror stories are inspired by the place. Everything is roses, and then suddenly you get a foggy day and BAM it's nothing but unexplained happenings and ghost coming back to point fingers and escaped genetic experiment with the sole purpose to eat your brains.
Also notable on the island:
Yup.
When you go in, the nice ladies who curate the collection there will sing the praises of umbrella covers. Literally.
I think that living on an island is a good thing in theory. I wonder what I would do if I lived in relative isolation for most of the year. Those umbrella covers would probably be pretty darn sexy after a Maine island winter.
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