The spot worked wonderfully. I woke up and packed up then headed across town to meet a friend for breakfast. We had never met in person before. I was on my way to the Sunrise Cafe, taking a few shots along the way...
BBQ truck.
Maine Brew Company with tons of solar panels. I can't imagine they aren't putting
plenty of power back into the grid and being paid for it.
[Thanks to my breakfast friend for the correction. I had called this place Gritty's.]
[Thanks to my breakfast friend for the correction. I had called this place Gritty's.]
I was a bit early at the cafe and waited for my friend, drying off from the two mile walk, in the cool air of the morning.
Unexpectedly, she arrived by motorcycle! I thought that was really, really cool. She is married to one of my childhood friends and I'd love to mention her name, but promised I would not.
It was a bit awkward trying to find something to get the conversation started. But, in hardly any time at all we had each other amused with our respective stories. Something I was taken aback by, was how many things we had in common. She'd worked in banking at the same bank I'd worked at, even at the same time I was there. She was also a musician. These are not the most common combinations. We had a great discussion about self sustaining ideas.
She offered to pay for breakfast, which was delicious. She got an egg white omelette, homefries and wheat toast. I got eggs benedict with homefries. I hadn't had eggs benedict in a long time. It was a real treat.
Overall, I would say that the cafe has great food and prices. I was not overwhelmed by the friendliness of the staff. But, whatever. We had a good time. Now I feel like I have a new Maine friend to visit whenever I'm around the area. Before I left, she showed me her bike. I thought it would be just the right size for me.
On the way back into town I took more pictures...
Once back near L.L.Bean, and sweating from the walk, I figured I'd go in and check out some of the sections I'd not seen the day before, while enjoying the air conditioning...
While in Bean's I overheard people talking about that night's concert in the park. It was Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. I'd never heard their music before, but my cousin works for their management company, so I recognized the name. I thought, what the hell, I'd stay another night and check them out. Walking back outside, I poked around the stage as they set up...
There were a few hours before the show, which started at 7:30 pm. I needed to do some writing, but before heading to McDonald's to work I did so more sightseeing and looked in a few places for cheap shoes--a silly prospect in a town like Freeport, but perhaps maybe just an excuse to take more pictures...
After getting immersed in working for awhile, I heard the beat of a bass drum and realized the show had just started. I packed up and headed back to the park...
I like this shot; a panorama with a woman, her son and dog walking into each of the three angles.
The situation for the crowd watching the show was not ideal. A bunch of people stood in the small field and the stage was not high enough for the folks behind them to see the band. I did my best to get a few glimpses of the musicians, but it was a frustrating exercise...
I took the shot above from the sidewalk, but was told very rudely to keep moving by a security guard, rent-a-cop. This soured my mood.
I'm not sure if it was not being able to see or not being able to walk where I wanted, but I wasn't really enjoying myself. The music also, I found to be boring old Americana Rock. There were a few moments where they jammed out for awhile, but I just wasn't feeling the love. I found Potter to be a bit pretentious, strutting around like she was a superstar now.
She was an apt musician, playing several instruments and had a great pair of lungs, but her songwriting was standard, if perhaps slightly mediocre. It really is who ya know in the industry, not how ya write. The one song I thought had a bit of novelty to it was apparently the very first song she ever wrote. She announced this as if biographers were falling all over themselves to write down information about her life. Or, maybe I was just a bit ornery. They played it, though it wasn't "on the playlist."
A section for disabled people even had a man using ASL to sign out the lyrics.
That was something I'd never seen before at a concert.
As the show dragged on (they had only played three songs in 40 minutes), I began to get much more interested in the sunset, which was outstanding. Eventually I wandered away from the park and took these shots...
I was very hungry again. There isn't much for the vagabond budget in town, besides McDonald's. There's Linda Bean's lobster rolls. But, they were on the order of $10 and I just couldn't justify that. I ended up back at McDonald's since I was practically sleeping in their parking lot anyway, ordered a $1.59 McDouble and enjoyed the fact that I still had eight dollars more than I would have if I'd bought the lobster roll.
It was a short walk back down the driveway and up to my sleep spot, where I quickly assembled the tent, climbed in and fell asleep. I resolved to walk on to Brunswick the next morning.
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