Today was mainly a travel day, as we took a different route to lower Maine by way of Belfast, Palermo, and China on our way to Yarmouth. We also crossed a couple of rivers whose names had over twelve letters and were unpronounceable. Or maybe the highway sign guy was having a little fun. Or drunk. Or both.

We had a great lunch at Cushnoc Brewey (I don’t name them, I just eat & drink at them) – a pizza with butternut squash sauce, shaved brussel sprouts, and bacon. Yummy standalone, even better on a pizza. The weather was cool today, so a coffee stout put a little needed fire in the belly. And I mean that more literally than figuratively, but not completely literally.

We stopped off at the Maine Cabin Masters store where we saw Ashley. I failed MBH by not taking a single picture – not the store, not Ashley, not of Ashley & MBH together. We did buy one of those wool dryer balls, so it wasn’t a total failure. Close though, too close.

Another trip to a Hannaford, Maine’s grocery store, to restock our nearly empty breakfast supplies, but this time no line to get in. And then we did the Royal River walk, which was pretty much like it sounds, and the source of today’s pictures. A nice, easy, relaxing day.

When you and I see a waterfall, we think “ooh, pretty”. Not that long ago, people thought “ooh, free power” so they built mills and such on them to take advantage. Sorry, no more history today.
Ooh, pretty.
I have no idea, but I’m mostly confident a real gnome didn’t build the little house with a table and sitting stones and a road to the path.
There are four waterfalls on the Royal Rover, but we only found three. Sorry, I’m retired so …