Eastport had a beautiful location on the seacoast with many scenic nooks and crannies. The huge tide changes provided an ever changing view. We were already beginning to see signs of autumn as some of the leaves began to color. But in terms of things to do, it was a nowhere place, especially when the weather was drizzly as it was for much of our stay. Except for a small grocery store and some touristy shops, there was nowhere to buy anything and nothing to do inside. You would have to drive twenty miles for a drug store or one hundred miles for a doctor or dentist. There was a bit more civilization across the border in Canada, but having to go through immigration every time you want to see a movie is rather inconvenient. A nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there. A number of Rv’ers at our campsite were staying for the entire summer season. We can’t imagine what they did every day, but we are urban people.
So we were ready to get back to civilization and after a six drive we found ourselves in Massachusetts at a campground near the shore. A hotel nearby provided a good place to stay for our friends. The temperature rose considerably and it felt like a return to summer. We drove back into New Hampshire, which boasts twelve miles of coastline, for their annual Seafood Festival. About eighty vendors sold all matter of seafood; it reminded us of the Taste of Chicago. We wandered around tasting this and that, enjoying the views of the sea and the vendors selling all sorts of touristy junk. It was a great way to end a driving day.