It was a stupendous Sunday, an absolutely beautiful late “summer” day, so the decision was made to hike West Quoddy Head. We were there because it was Rob’s 50th birthday and we had spent the night before in his hometown of Calais feasting on mega lobsters and steamers. The next morning the pickings were done up for a picnic lunch of lobster rolls after our hike.
West Quoddy Head
The name “West” Quoddy is a bit confusing as it is the most eastern point of the contiguous 48 states. Technically there is a small island off Alaska that sticks out into the the border of the Eastern Hemisphere but I think it’s nonsense. Clearly Alaska is west of us and it seems to me that the Alaskans want, both “ends” . I guess soon they’ll want the “middle” too.
Start of the trail.
It doesn’t take long at the start of the trail to be immediately impressed with the ruggedness of the coast. Just amazing boulders and bedrock butting heads with the Atlantic.
A naturally occurring log bridge..no thank you!
Caves and a beach..about as good as you hope for.
A carpet of moss
Hardscrabble life for the runty trees.
Bountiful bunches of berries.
No room for missteps here.
More of the beautiful Maine coast.
Ray picking his way on and around the beach boulders.
The “Light”. The eastern most point in the U.S. mainland.
Everybody in our party got back to the lighthouse safe and sound..no twisted ankles..no skinned knees, just hungry and ready for those lobster rolls..and what a spot to enjoy them to the fullest!