MAINE
Booth Bay Harbor
Booth Bay, only a couple of hours from Boston and, it turns out, an island. Our Airbnb was right on the water with a view of the bridge—a great spot in a quiet community of one-story condos. In place of the usual word art colorful figures, perhaps South American, marched above the couch.
In Booth Bay proper, we finally found an open bar in a hotel, one of few places open this early in the season (and post-Covid, perhaps). Sharon’s nervous about recurring Covid, so we ate on the deck facing the ocean. With an extra sweater, it was perfect eating-outside weather.
As the sun set into the bay, we headed back to the Airbnb, where we watched the day ebb from our front lawn.
