Maine

The Desert of Maine is Freeport's natural phenomenon. It is an old farm from the late 1700s that they say the farmer took and took and took from the land and never gave back. The fertal soil turned to sand and nothing has grown there ever since.

In the 50s they had real camels wondering around, but the climate was not right for them and they had to stop that.

The trees that you see are really just the tops. The sand dunes have engulfed them and instead of dying, the branches turn back into roots.

They plant gems in the sand for children 12 and under to find. They can keep just three.

Lucky loved the sand and we loved the old mumbling man tour guide. So serous and long winded. His name was probably Wilson.

Freeport's big giant Indian...

And L.L. Bean's big giant boot...

L.L.Bean's full name is Leon Leonwood Bean. Nice. I would go by L.L., too.

Fishy, Fishy in the brook...

Harrawseeket's is famous Maine landmark. Brad and Mike ate lobster rolls right out on the pier.

I know what you did last summer....

Brad seems to be a natural seaman...

Portland is a beautiful old working port city. You can watch the ships come in and walk on old cobblestone streets.

We went lobster catching on a tourist boat called...

Lucky had a blast. They had a live lobster tank on the boat that kept him captivated. The captain gave Lucky a live starfish to show off to everybody. Then he was suited up.

Our captain L.L. Bean, taught us all about lobster fishing. Stuffing bags with dead fish for bait, the sex, the legal sizes allowed to keep, how to rubber band their claws and all kinds of stuff about the area we where in. Lucky was so interested it all of it.

Afterwards, the boys wanted to eat lobster. Lucky was a little weirded out about watching them crack them open. And, the answer is NO. Sarah did not eat lobster.

What I really enjoyed was the Harmon's Hamburgers. Right out of our America's Best Hamburgers book. It was pure steamed goodness.

I just wish I would have gotten a moon pie.