7-18-21 BANGOR, MAINE: We’re here to pick up a new, adopted dog, a golden female from Goldenridge Kennels in Hampden, Me. She, Haley, is a retired mom, who Judy hopes to convert to a therapy dog to add to her set.
We left Thetford in the morning in the rain and drove through New Hampshire to pick up I-95 in Portsmouth and drove and drove through the wind and rain and more rain to Bangor, near the center of Maine. We did stop for lunch at Bob’s Clam Hut in Kittery.
Bangor is perched on the banks of the Penobscot River at the point where it becomes navigable. Upriver it drains a large part of the state. The river was the route for timber transport, and the town has a big statue of Paul Bunyan, the mythic lumberjack. His famed blue ox, Babe, is no where in sight. I remember reading and loving preposterous stories of his fabled lumbering as a kid, before I became a tree-hugger.
The rain continued as we did a quick car tour of downtown Bangor and got a couple soggy pix of the Penobscot. After a nap, we ate at Timber Kitchen and Bar and went back to The Tarratine Inn on French St for the night. We meet the dog tomorrow.
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