The Crumpler Maine/Prince Edward Island Pan-Am Honeymoon…For the Love, Day 2 Part Deux

Later that afternoon, when we were done walking around downtown Portland, we drove to South Portland and visited Cape Elizabeth and the beautiful lighthouse there. Along with lines, signs, brick, and cobblestones, I love me some lighthouses. And covered bridges. But there were no covered bridges on this trip. Saving that for spring break.

I took this one while perched on a rooftop.

Kidding. But Kevin did have to stop me from walking on the grass to get a better shot a couple of times because if anything I am oblivious to signage. I know. I love it, but if it is imperative in any way I will ignore it. Just one of my quirks. It also got very interesting on our trek from Maine to PEI later in the week, but I’ll get to that.

At this point in the trip, this was as close as I had been to the Atlantic Ocean. Or the ocean, period, if you believe the same way my husband and I do. You see, before this trip the only “ocean” I’d ever touched was the Gulf of Mexico on the coast of Texas. Which looks remarkably similar to a muddy lake. No offense, Texas. Actually, wait. Every offense, Texas.

Cape Elizabeth is the site of a very famous shipwreck. Lots of postcards and prints in the gift shop are reprints of photographs of the shipwreck. Old, old photographs. Very neat.

There is just something so violent and cold and awesome about the Atlantic and the way it crashes into the rocky coasts of Maine. I love it and can’t wait to go back.